Damien POV
I barely remember the car drive home, back to the pack. I know Langdon helped me into the car, I remember him putting the heater on to warm my suddenly cold and shivering body. The music droned on in the background during the short drive, my hand tapping uselessly against the window as I stared out into the distance, my eyes not focussing on anything in particular. My other hand gripped the scrapbook tightly, so tight that my hand had gone pale, the photo in question, the one I needed answers from, firmly tucked inside so that it wouldn't flutter away in the wind.
"Damien you need to calm down alright" Langdon said shooting me a half crazed look.
I wonder what it is I look like, that he feels the need to speak to me like that. I look over at him but say nothing, my heart th
