Chapter 157
Grace
“Your fever is down finally, how is your throat?” I asked him.
“Better,” he answered, and I nodded. He has been giving me short replies since this morning and I don’t blame him. I’m giving him the time and space he needs. We haven’t talked about what happened yesterday. He has been awfully quiet. . .
“Damon, get ready. We need to go somewhere.” I told him.
His brows furrowed, listening to me, “Where?” He asked.
“Just somewhere, now get ready, we are already short on time,” I told him and pushed him into the room to get ready.
He came outside in a couple of minutes and I hooked our arms. “You are dressed, what’s the special occasion?” He asked as we left through the door.
I locked the door and put the keys in my bag, “So, you’ve noticed. By the way, how do I look?”
