~ Lila ~
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Damon hadn’t said more than a handful of words to me all morning.
He didn’t seem angry—at least, not on the surface.
But something felt off.
He drifted through the penthouse like a shadow—his gaze fixed on invisible issues, his lips pressed into a tight line, making phone calls in hushed tones behind closed doors.
And every time I tried to ask him something, his responses felt like a chore.
I wasn’t hurt.
I was just curious.
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I perched at the breakfast bar, pretending to read while he furiously tapped away on his phone from across the room. The glow from the screen made his features appear more defined—tense, wound up.
Then, out of nowhere, he stood up.
“I’ll be gone for an hour,” he said, already slipping on his jacket.
“Meeting?” I asked.
He gave a distracte
