Riley’s POV
My hand trembled slightly as I pushed open the door to my room, my mind still replaying the unsettling conversation with Meredith. I’d expected the quiet solitude of my own space, a place to gather my thoughts and steel myself for whatever lay ahead. Instead, I found Damon. He stood by the door, his back to me, his posture—somewhat rigid, his very presence brought a feeling of unease inside of me. Surprise morphed into confusion, then a prickle of fear. I didn't know why, but my heart seemed to beat faster seeing him standing here. What was he doing here?
I swallowed a spittle then opened my mouth, "Damon?" I called, my voice hesitant. "What… what are you doing here?"
He turned, his gaze meeting mine, and the breath caught in my throat. His eyes, usually warm and teasing, w
