When I came back, Scarlett was already sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed elegantly.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, sitting down on the chair opposite her.
"I wanted to talk about Damon," she said, her smile widening. "I've known him my entire life. We grew up together. We were... close."
"I see," I said, my jaw tightening.
"He's a great man, you know. Strong, powerful and respected. But he's also... complicated. He has a lot of baggage. A lot of demons."
"He seems to be doing just fine," I said, my voice clipped.
"Oh, I'm sure he is. He's always been good at hiding his pain. But I know him, Kiara. I know the real him. The vulnerable broken man he keeps locked away. I was there for him when he lost…" She trailed off with a fake sad voice, as if she was intentio
