I could feel his eyes on me even before I glanced up. Damon always had this presence—heavy, suffocating, like he could read every little thought running through my head without me saying a word. It was maddening.
The second our gazes locked, my heart betrayed me with a sharp, traitorous skip. I hated how he could still affect me even after everything. I hated him for it.
But I hated myself more for allowing it.
I dropped my eyes back to the documents in front of me, pretending to be engrossed in the numbers and figures. My fingers fumbled slightly on the edge of the paper, but I hoped he didn’t notice.
“Did you miss me?”
His voice was low, almost teasing, but there was an edge to it—like he was testing the waters. My body stiffened automatically.
“I barely noticed you were gone,” I s
