(Elara)
Camila had finally fallen asleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest gave me all the confirmation I needed. I had tucked her in, placing the blanket around her shoulders as I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and pressed my hand to hers until I was certain that she wouldn't stir. Only then did I leave her bed side.
The villa was quiet….too quiet. It bred the kind of silence that wasn’t peace but watchfulness. Every wall had eyes, and I knew exactly who they belonged to. Damon.
I found him in the control room, his broad shoulders rigid before the screens that flashed with security feeds. His presence filled the room before his voice did.
“You should be resting,” he said without turning to meet me.
I folded my arms. “You should stop avoiding me.”
That earned me a
