Valentina's POV
I followed Damon through the Westbridge University library like I was walking to my own execution.
We didn't speak. He walked a few paces ahead of me, his broad shoulders tense beneath his gray hoodie, weaving through the towering stacks of dusty academic journals until we reached the back corner of the third floor. He pushed open the door of an empty private study room and ushered me inside.
The door clicked shut behind us, cutting off the low hum of the campus.
The study room was suffocatingly small. It contained a single scratched wooden table, two plastic chairs, and a whiteboard. Being trapped in a confined space with Damon felt like standing too close to a live wire.
"Sit," he ordered, pulling out one of the chairs.
"I'll stand," I replied sharply, crossing my a
