Amara's POV
"You look tired." Damien pointed out, his hand actually tilting my face from one side to the other and assessing me with such focus, you'd think he was setting a bomb.
"I am." Physically and emotionally.
His hand then slowly moved to my hair, and he ran his fingers through it. I remembered how he always told me that he loved my hair. In return, I took very good care of it so that he would never stop loving it.
"You sold it." Not a question.
"How... How did you know?"
He looked at me again, in a manner that could almost be likened to a person reading a book. Sometimes he made me feel like my thoughts were written right on my forehead. That was the problem with him. He knew too much, so well, very deeply.
"That is why you look so..." He took a pause, as if thinking of the
