"Get out of my room now," Damian said coldly when he returned from Sean's room. His gaze looks different at Quinn. She could feel it, and it was uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Damian? Aren't you going to let me sleep in your room?"
"No." Damian's reply was short and precise.
Quinn lowered her face, then nodded slowly, "alright, I'll go," she muttered and left entirely. Her hand grabbed a few things she'd left on the nightstand, "allow me to retrieve some of my belongings," she said softly.
Damian nodded, "Please."
Quinn looked back at the man, who now wouldn't even make eye contact with her, with a pleading gaze. Damian was clearly trying to avoid her. And that made her sad.
"I'm going," Quinn excused herself after grabbing her phone, wallet, and purse.
But Damian didn't say or answe
