I dropped the call, my face warped by distress. I palmed my forehead, thinking for a minute— whether to tell this to Damian or just face it myself.
Anikka’s words lingered in my mind, heavy and inescapable.
A woman. With luggage. Looking for Damian.
That wasn’t difficult to guess, and I bet even with my mind tampered with alcohol I would still be able to tell why she was there.
I exhaled sharply. I lowered the phone from my ear, my grip so tight my knuckles whitened. The air in the room suddenly felt stiff, as if the walls pressed in a little closer. I looked over at Elon, who was standing near Alicia, probably curious with the phone call, considering she even passed it over to me instead of just saying it later.
His eyes wandered in mine— and I wanted to smile.
But I couldn’t.
“Yo
