Sera's POV
The knock at the door startled me.
I had been sitting in the living room, staring at nothing, replaying Damon's harsh words in my mind. ‘Shut up. Why can't you just leave me alone?’
I didn't want to see anyone. Didn't want to talk. I just wanted to disappear.
But the knocking continued. Insistent. Desperate.
I dragged myself to the door and opened it.
Damon stood there.
He looked different. Cleaner. He had shaved, changed his clothes, made himself presentable. In his hands was a massive bouquet of white roses and lilies, so beautiful it almost hurt to look at.
But it was his expression that made my breath catch.
He looked like a lost child. Eyes red-rimmed and pleading. Shoulders hunched with shame. Every line of his body radiating regret.
"Please," he whispered. "Can
