Chapter 9
"I should have talked to you when you came to my workshop on Friday," Damon said over breakfast the following morning. We sat on his rooftop, overlooking the other warehouse roofs. It was a surprisingly pretty spot with potted plants, a small cast iron table and cushioned chairs. I was dressed in one of Damon's T-shirts and propped my bare legs up on his lap. He lazily caressed my ankles as he ate his omlette.
"I kind of didn't let you," I said with a wince. "I was pretty mad."
He gave me a wry smile. "I noticed." The smile faded. "But I shouldn't have let you go. Or maybe I should have run after you."
"I'm not sure I would have listened at the time. What made you change your mind anyway? You were angry when you left my place."
"After speaking to King, I realized what a big
