The knock on the apartment door came later that afternoon. Sofia and I had just gotten back from the hospital again, my head still spinning from the night before and the long talk with Alex. I froze, every muscle tensing. Sofia glanced at me, then moved toward the door with caution.
“Who is it?” she called out.
“It’s Damien,” the voice answered, low and urgent. “I heard what happened. Let me in, Elena. Please.”
My blood ran hot. I stormed over before Sofia could respond. “Go away, Damien! I don’t want to see you. Not now. Not ever!”
Sofia put a hand on my arm. “Elena, wait. Maybe we should at least hear what he has to say. He came here himself. That’s something.”
I yanked my arm away, anger surging. “Hear him? No. I know it was him. Open that door and I swear I’ll lose it.”
Damien’s
