(Damon)
The hallway hummed low with silence as I leaned against the study’s doorframe. I held a tumbler of untouched whiskey as sweated coated my hand. The house was quiet and still, but my mind wasn’t. Ever since Elara arrived, nothing feels like mine anymore. It’s like she took control of the air and softened every edge I spent years hardening.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her birthday dinner.
I didn’t want to be there. The “happy birthday” I had muttered to her while she was still in her nightdress was more than enough and I had already given her a gift but Jonathan insisted I stayed for his daughter’s birthday dinner.
I had only visited that morning to pass on a vital piece of information which seemed to have been the cause of all the chaos brewing.
I was perfectly fine with wat
