Chapter 22
Damon's POV
I leaned back in the chair at the head table where I was seated. My fingers drummed on the table in irritation at my disinterest in the lively atmosphere of the grand hall. My detachment from said atmosphere couldn't be helped.
I closed my eyes, bringing back to mind the intense glare of honey-dipped eyes and the fierce fire latched in her soul.
Her...
The loud music, chatter, and scent of roasted meats couldn't distract me from my thoughts. Thoughts that were consumed by the woman who had been on my mind for far too long.
The double doors swung open, and Daryl strode in with Ciara clinging to his side.
Ciara...
I instinctively sat upright, my insides twisting at the sight. Ciara wasn’t just clinging to Daryl's side—he was holding her. Close. Too close. I wen
