I glanced at my watch. Four o'clock it showed. I sighed as I looked in front of me. This was a massive house to live in. With French windows covered with big black curtains, one would always wish to live in such a place.I took a few steps and stood in front of the door steps. I was at Marcus's house.I know I should be running to stop Damien from leaving. But I wanted to get a closure from Marcus before I did anything else.I was about to reach for the doorbell when I heard his voice cut from somewhere outside. Soft, kind voice. So much sweetness in the voice that it told you there was nothing but sincerity in it.Stepping away from the door I followed his voice to the back of the house.The green grass was cut as short and neatly as a professional as I walked on them. I stood just at the entrance where the whole area spread into its green colour.Marcus was standing in the middle--his back turned to me. With one hand on his phone and