DAMIEN's POINT OF VIEW
Lawrence knocked once before opening the door,
“The council meeting is ready, they’ve already started.” I didn’t respond immediately. I stared at him, my mind processing the words without reacting to them. They wanted to see whether I would rush. Whether I would apologize. Whether I would feel small.
I wouldn’t give them that, I nodded once.
“Of course they have.” My voice came out level, measured, almost detached. I
I had spent the entire day waiting, not working. Waiting for Ava to come to me on her own. Waiting for her to break the silence I’d created. I had told myself the decree to stay away from Ariel would push her into action that she would finally be forced to confront me, to explain herself, to defend whatever the hell I’d seen with my own eyes.
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