Scarlet
The air between us was thick with tension, an invisible war raging beneath the silence. Damien stood a few feet away, his shoulders rigid, his face an impassive mask, but I could see the fury simmering beneath the surface. It was in the clench of his jaw, the flicker of his eyes, the way his fists tightened at his sides.
I refused to be the first to break. He refused to answer what was the worst part.
"What the hell was that back there?" I demanded, my voice sharp. "You knew. You knew who he was, didn’t you? And yet you didn’t say a damn word."
Damien let out a slow, deliberate breath, his smirk lazy but his eyes cold. "And what would you have done, Scarlet? Run straight into his arms looking for answers? You're naive if you think you could've handled the truth."
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