“Boss, I can’t believe you actually saw Gwen. How does she look now?” Jace asked, leaning against the edge of Damien’s desk, a half smirk on his face.
Damien didn’t answer immediately. He sat behind the desk, fingers drumming against the dark wood, his jaw tight. His eyes were darker than usual, distant.
“She looks different,” he finally said. “Black hair now. Wild eyes like before. Beau—” he stopped, choking on the word.
Jace raised a brow. “Beautiful?”
Damien’s lips pressed together, his stare hardening. “Maybe you should confront her,” Jace said carefully.
“Maybe I don’t,” Damien muttered. “Let her keep pretending. Let her keep lying to herself.”
Jace sighed, watching his boss’s knuckles whiten against the desk. “You’re not over her, are you?”
“Shut up, Jace.”
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