CHAPTER 28
The house was so quiet,too quiet. Selene rubbed her eyes as she made her way down the marble staircase, her bare feet cold against the glossy floor. The sun filtered through the tall glass panels, but it did little to warm the chill she felt.
She paused halfway down when she heard faint laughter drifted through the silence. It wasn’t just any laughter,it was Damien's. Deep, low, amused. Followed by another,louder giggle.
Selene frowned.
She followed the sound, the hem of her silk night robe brushing the stairs, and stopped at the hallway leading to Damien’s private study. The door was half open. Just enough.
Cherry was seated on Damien’s desk, one leg crossed over the other, her hair loose, dressed like she belonged there. Damien leaned back in his chair, smirking at somet
