I looked out the window. "Damien," I said, "what do those clouds out there look like to you?"
He didn't bother to follow my gaze. The answer slipped out on autopilot. "Clouds are just clouds. What's there to compare them to?"
A small, relieved smile pulled at my lips, and the bitter taste on my tongue lifted at once.
It dawned on him a beat too late that he'd just brushed me off. He finally turned to follow my gaze toward the cloud I'd been watching. "Whatever you think it looks like, that's what it is."
That was not the answer I wanted.
Damien would never know what the right answer had been.
"Damien, I'm not going back."
And whatever we'd had, that wasn't coming back either.
His face froze for a beat, then slowly twisted into something ugly.
"Olivia, you really want to burn anoth
