Chapter 40:
Ciara's POV
The bathroom door creaked as I stepped out with a towel clutched tightly around me. My hair was still dripping, and my skin was flushed from the heat of the hot shower I had just gotten out of.
I stopped dead in my tracks, and my eyes widened as the brief moments of peace I thought I had evaporated immediately when I caught sight of him.
Damon.
He was sitting on my bed like he owned the place. Hell! Like he owned my bed. His legs were stretched out, with one ankle crossed over the other.
My heart nearly stopped when I saw what he was holding in his hand. My private notebook... my secret diary.
That notebook was the one I was using as a journal. The one I'd been using to secretly document everything since arriving at BlackThorne.
"What the hell are you doing?
