Chapter 28
Damon's POV
I stood at the doorway of Daryl's chambers, my eyes pinned on Ciara. I noticed how her shoulders trembled and she silently folded into herself.
She was crying and I didn't need to see her face to confirm that.
Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Why are you crying, Ciara?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, I saw her hand lift to her face, the back of it brushing roughly against her cheek as if she could somehow erase the evidence before I noticed. But it was too late. I already had.
I just stood there, watching in silence. My fists clenched at my sides, and my jaw tightened.
How had I ended up here?
My mind drifted back to the grand hall, right after I caught her when she slipped. I could still remember the feel of her body in my arms. Then, it felt like my b
