Heart of Pains

Chapter Forty-seven

Damien POV:

"Hey, Damien, we've been married for almost a year now, and I've not had dinner with your parents yet," Hannah said.

Her comment caught me off-guard, and I turned to look at her, a shocked expression on my face. I didn't expect her to be interested in something as mundane as meeting my parents for dinner. But here she is, surprising me with wanting to do it.

As she continued to ponder this, her phone rang. I picked it up for her, and it was Kenneth.

"Hannah Spike speaking," she said curtly.

I watched as her eyes alternated between black and red, a sign that her vampiric nature was surfacing. Her face then paled with horror at something Kenneth said.

Not again, I thought.

"I have to save Owen," she declared, ending the call abruptly.

My eyes widened in alarm.

"What happened to him?" I said, getting up. "I'll come with you."

It seemed that our moments of peace and tranquility were always interrupted by some crisis. It was Saturday, for God's sake, a day we should have for ourselves.

"Okay, you can come. Let's go, and stop zoning out," she urged, wanting me to listen to her. When I was focused on her, she continued, "Kenneth is going to protect you, and I need to see Carson. I have something to ask him."

I followed her as she hurried out of the room. She didn't even wait for me to open the car door for her. I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that our life was rarely going to be ordinary. We got into the car, and she zoomed off. The speed was enough to make my heart race.

"Hannah, can you please calm down?" I pleaded. I didn't want to meet our end in a car accident.

"Would you prefer I fly, love? Just trust me."

"Yes, I do trust you," I said, holding onto the safety handle above my head for dear life as we sped through traffic. "It's just that I don't trust the other drivers on the road."

She slowed the car down, and I breathed a sigh of relief. We had arrived safely at our destination.

"And we're here, safe and sound," she said with a smile.

I got out of the car, taking in the imposing building. It was tall and magnificent.

"Welcome to my production company," she announced.

I couldn't help but feel small compared to her achievements.

"Your company is impressive too," I replied.

"Come on, let's go in. Owen should be inside," she said, leading the way.

I followed, trying not to gawk at the impressive surroundings. The first floor resembled a typical office setting with a receptionist desk. The employees seemed intimidated by our presence, especially my wife's, but she paid them no attention.

We entered an elevator, presumably the private one since there was no one else inside. She pressed a button, and we started moving. I turned to her and noticed her eyes alternating between red and her normal hazel.

"You forgot to feed again," I remarked, concerned.

She nodded.

"Feed on me, then," I offered, unbuttoning my shirt to expose my neck, which bore a couple of bite marks. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice them.

She pushed me against the elevator wall, her lips trailing kisses from my jaw to my neck. Her bites sent pleasure coursing through my veins. I couldn't help but groan in ecstasy. She took a few sips before pulling away and wiping her mouth. Her fangs retracted, and I could tell that she was back to normal.