Andrei’s POV
I woke to the feeling of someone shaking my shoulder. My neck was stiff from sleeping at an awkward angle, and my mouth tasted like old coffee and morning breath.
“Andrei. Wake up.”
I lifted my head from the desk. Damon was standing over me with his arms crossed. The look on his face told me immediately that this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.
“What time is it?” I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
“Almost noon. Natalia told me you didn’t come to bed last night.”
I pushed myself up from the chair and winced as my back cracked. “What do you want, Damon?”
“I want to know what the hell is going on with you.”
“Nothing’s going on.”
“Bullshit.” He moved around the desk to face me. “You look like death. You’re clearly not sleeping. You’re avoiding your famil
