Chapter Twelve

(Lena's POV)

I stare around his room. Strangely, I did feel comfortable here—maybe too comfortable.

Still, I couldn't help but remember all the things I did with Damien—those wicked things. I wonder who else he brought in here—but again, I shouldn't be thinking about that.

I didn't know what had gotten into me; it did seem like I always lost the ability to reason anytime I was with him. The fact that I had gone on with his plan of remaining here for six months was insane, but then he was right; I didn't have the financial capacity if I were to leave right now, and Nicholas—well, I don't think I can go back to him, my job was too risky and Kaden wouldn't be safe.

But, I couldn't deny there was something more to it all—some more reasons to why I had agreed on this.

I realized I cared—not just for him but for the pack, even after 'everything', I still cared.

A knock on the door drew my attention. I hesitated, I was not hoping to meet anyone, maybe I could remain here silent and whoever w