Aria's POV
I'd rehearsed the answer dozens of times. "My father. He's unwell."
Damon's expression shifted slightly. It wasn't entirely a lie. My father was still unwell.
"I want to spend three days with him."
Damon studied me in silence. His Alpha instincts were impossible to fool. For one nerve racking moment, I thought he'd refuse.
Lydia held her breath. Don't let him scent your nerves.
I'm trying.
Finally... Damon nodded. "All right."
I blinked. "That's it?"
"Yeah... that's it."
I was utterly surprised. "You are not going to ask any further questions?"
"You said your father needs you." His voice remained calm. "I believe you."
Guilt flickered through me. I hated lying. Especially now. But I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him about Elona.
"Thank you," I muttere
