Ophelia’s POV:
Damon had gone completely silent.
I couldn't help but look up, my gaze drifting from the floor to his face. He wasn't looking at my eyes. He was staring down at my chest, his focus so intense it felt like he was trying to burn a hole through the fabric I was wearing.
I frowned, a cold prickle of unease sliding down my spine. I looked down at myself, following his line of sight, and my mind came to a screeching halt.
Oh, s**t.
The logo. The "Riverbank High" lettering was peeling slightly, but it was unmistakable.
Had he realized?
I moved back quickly and turned my body away, pulling my arms inward to hide the logo, desperate to break his line of sight before he could confirm his suspicions. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs.
“You took it?”
The question made
