Kate's POV
When I opened the door to my apartment, the sweet, sticky tension that had risen between Damon and me still lingered in the air between us. Perhaps it was only my imagination, but after that single touch in the park, my skin was still faintly burning even now.
And yet, the very moment the door was pushed open, every trace of that lingering warmth evaporated in an instant.
The living room was pitch dark. Only the city's neon, bleeding in through the floor to ceiling windows, lit the space. And there, in the very center of all that darkness, perfectly still, sat a man.
Damian.
On the dining table beside him sat a lavish dinner that hadn't been touched at all. Every dish had long since gone cold.
Damian rose to his feet slowly, and his oppressive, almost terrifying presence i
