Natalia
I found Damon in his study that afternoon, hunched over a stack of paperwork with a cup of coffee growing cold beside him. The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. He looked up when I knocked on the doorframe, and his face immediately softened into a smile.
“Hey. Come in.” He gestured to the chair across from his desk. “How are you holding up after… well… everything?”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted, sitting and leaning back in the plush armchair. “It’s a lot to process.”
Damon set down his pen and leveled me with a knowing gaze. “I can imagine. Finally telling Andrei everything, finding out that he hadn’t been the one to try to have you killed… it must be confusing.”
“Confusing is putting it lightly,” I snorted, scru
