"I've heard that before," Damian was telling her on the other side of the canvas.
"Then why did you say yes when I asked?"
A pause. Long enough to mean something.
"Because there's something about you," Damian said, low. "Something I can't explain. And it keeps pulling me."
I stopped breathing.
When their footsteps finally moved away, Darius let me go. I gasped like a swimmer breaking the surface.
"Sorry," he said, eyeing my ruined blouse with genuine regret. "Who was that?"
"Bex. Childhood friend, neighbor at our grandparents' estate. Just back in the country. Father wanted to introduce her to me or Damon at that family dinner you weren't at. We both declined. Damian drove her home instead."
"And now they're shopping for rugs."
"And now they're shopping for rugs," Darius repeated,
