“Go after her now!” Damon's jaw clenched as Leo growled restlessly in his head.
Enya had gone to the restroom, and Damon's instincts told him that she was running—fleeing. He could sense it from the way she bolted even before he finished telling her where the restroom was.
His eyes dutifully followed the path she had taken up the stairs, and he saw her take the stairs two at a go—that's strange.
There were many guest restrooms downstairs, but he’d deliberately told her to use the one upstairs. Because he wanted to turn it into an opportunity he had been waiting for—no, a perfect excuse—to finally get her alone, maybe to talk or stare at her.
Anything was fine by him, so far they were alone.
After all, he had wanted to invite only Enya to this dinner in the first place. Lucas was here
