Lila
I tried not to flinch at the sound by boots made in the corridors. I Tried not to look over my shoulder.
My pulse was already too quick—my instincts would too tightly to the possibility of turning a corner and seeing either of their faces.
I hadn’t seen Damon since I returned. And I didn’t want to. Not yet.
Asher had passed me once, earlier that afternoon. I felt him before I saw him—his scent brushing across my skin stirring the memory of an almost kiss.
He didn’t speak to me, but he paused a step too long as I passed, as if he might reach out.
So I kept walking. I hadn’t turned around to look back either.
By the time I reached my chambers, my shoulders were tight with tension and my braid was slipping loose. I shut the door behind me with more force than necessary and we
