Imogene Scott
But then, just as I’m about to turn away, I hear a familiar voice.
“Imogene.”
I freeze. My heart skips a beat, and I turn around slowly, afraid that I’ve imagined it.
But I didn’t. There he is. Damien. Standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable. He’s still here. He’s not gone.
“Damien…” I breathe, taking a shaky step forward.
He walks toward me, and I an barely breathe as he steps closer, until we’re standing just inches apart. I search his face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking, but I can’t.
“You… you heard me?” I whisper.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “I heard everything.”
For a moment, neither of us speaks. I bite my lip, waiting for him to say something, anything. I’m terrified that I’ve messed this up beyond
