Remi's POV
The smell of coffee pulled me from my thoughts as I made my way downstairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of Damien before he disappeared into his duties for the day. My heart sank a little when I saw Julian in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand.
He glanced up as I entered, his expression unreadable. "Hey."
"Hey," I replied, forcing a smile as I grabbed a mug and poured myself some coffee.
The silence between us was thick, not uncomfortable, but not exactly easy either. He sipped his coffee, his gaze never quite leaving me.
"Sleep well?" he asked eventually, his tone casual, but something in his eyes made my stomach twist.
"Well enough," I said, not wanting to give anything away.
He nodded, setting his mug down. "Damien's already out,
