There was no movement, none from me or from the people around. Her nerve to come out and put the blame on me was shaken; in fact, anyone would be if put in the situation I was in right now.
Damon's face was cold; his expression was the only one I cared most about right now. I was scared of what he might say next; my heart was beating so hard you could hear the sound from outside.
I looked at the maid, who had accused me of something I didn't do but only thought of.
"I never went to his room; where did you get such an idea from?" I decided to defend myself before things got messy. It's bad enough that he dislikes me; I don't want him to hate me any further.
For the first time after the long pause we all took, Damon looked at me. His gaze was of the kind that tries to read a person's
