DAMON
I opened my mouth to push further but my phone went off on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a name that made everything else in my head go immediately quiet. I crossed the room in two strides and picked it up before the second ring.
Sloane.
I answered it and her voice hit me like something physical, broken and small in a way I'd never heard from her before, not even at her worst moments. She was crying hard enough that the words were barely intelligible, my name tangled up with something else, a name she kept repeating.
"Rika," she managed. "Damon, Rika is— he's on my floor and he won't— I don't know if he's—"
"Hold on, princess." The word was out before I remembered she'd told me not to call her that, but I couldn't help it, couldn't filter that part of myself righ
