Damien’s POV
Amelia had stopped struggling by the time we finally reached the house, though until then, she had been kicking and squirming, while telling me that this whole macho act of mine was unnecessary and I was being ridiculous.
I begged to differ, seeing as how, the minute I turned my back to her, trusting her to stay put, she had sneaked out of the house against my direct command.
I was having flashbacks of our past, and while I didn’t want to make the same mistakes, I found that my fear and rage prevented me from doing anything other than trying to protect her the best way I knew how. That meant, she had to stay inside of this house whether she liked it or not.
She did not like it.
As soon as we were inside of the house, and I placed her down on her feet, she stormed away fro
