Vespera's POV
The first thing I learned about Damon Blackthorne was that he hated being told no, and the second was that he was annoyingly good at pretending he'd accepted it.
We'd spent the better part of an hour examining old architectural plans while Callum searched the historical records, and Damon had managed to agree with three of my suggestions without making a single sarcastic comment about my criminal tendencies.
I was beginning to worry about his health.
"You're staring." He said without looking up from the documents.
"I'm trying to work out whether you've suffered a head injury or a stroke." I said.
"Disappointed?" He asked.
"Concerned. If you become reasonable, I might have to find someone else to annoy." I said.
His mouth twitched, and that small, infuriating movement
