[~♦DAMIAN♦~]
“Don’t mess this up, Damian.” Raegan’s voice taunts the space within my mind as we all left the dining room and heady towards our rooms.
He seemed to have sensed my edginess, his eyes had a knowing glint in them, as though he knew where my next stop was going to be and it wasn’t my bedroom.
I mentally groan, face-palming myself before taking a deep breath and releasing a heavy exhale. My hand clenches around the handle of her bag; the one I’d earlier taken from her upon her return and I raise my other hand towards her door, it balls into a fist as it closes in on the wooden door. My fist hovers for a moment before connecting to the door.
A few seconds go by without an answer and I think she’s probably fallen asleep already; she might have been more tired than I realise.
