Ava Gibson's Pov
I knew he was up to something. Damien hadn’t just shown up to chat with me because he wanted to, but to stand across from me with his mask and his silent power unless he was just about to release a truth bomb.
He was watching me through his cup, his gaze steady and a grin strapped to his lips, enjoying as I was tightening my fingers repeatedly around my mug, my breath becoming increasingly ragged in my chest. I pushed it away as if it were nothing. Told myself I was just tired, still grieving, still raw from it all, and my overwrought nerves were to blame. .
“No” I responded cold and curt, The word was strong, but it took a price on my side. I could feel it scraping as it went up, could feel my chest burning as I pushed it through the constriction in my throat.
I pushe
