Arabella's POV
The mansion was eerily silent as we stepped out of the carriage.
No words were exchanged. No glances were spared.
Selene and Aamon rushed ahead without a second thought, their movements swift, their doors slamming shut behind them as soon as they entered the grand estate.
And just like that—
It was only me and Damian.
The cold night air clung to my skin, and the only sound between us was the echo of our footsteps against the marble pathway leading to the front entrance.
I didn't know what to say.
He didn't either.
He walked beside me, his towering frame casting a shadow under the dim glow of the moon. His face was unreadable, his jaw tense, his golden eyes fixed straight ahead.
I felt awkward.
The weight of the night still pressed against me—the chaos of the ball,
