“Gwen?” Damien’s voice was low, almost disbelieving. He stood by the edge of the long glass table, eyes locked on the woman across from him. Her red hair no more, Her black hair gleamed under the lights, sleek and longer than he remembered. She had changed. Too much.
When she didn’t respond, he tried again, louder this time.
“Gwen.”
Her head lifted slowly, her eyes, those same haunting eyes, met his. And then, she smiled.
“Yes, I’m Gwen, sir. Nice to meet you.”
The words hit him like a bullet. Sir? She was pretending not to know him?
For a moment, Damien froze, confusion warring with fury. But then anger surged through him like wildfire. He clenched his jaw, his fists curling at his sides. So this is how she wants to play it, he thought bitterly. After disappearing… after leaving me
