(Damon)
I knew something was off the moment I walked into the kitchen.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Not the usual tense, crippling silence that Elara had been wielding like a weapon these past few days but a different kind. It was mischievous, Light and Dangerous.
I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, and leaned against the counter. I didn't hear footsteps neither did I hear whispers. But something inside me was unsteady, like I was being watched and played. I didn't like it one bit.
I didn't like that Elara hadn't spoken a word to me since yesterday. I didn't like that Camila had shown up uninvited, without my clearance. I especially didn't like that they shut the door the second they saw me coming down the hall last night.
Now they were pretending like everything wa
