Rachel POV
I left the hallway and re-entered the main room, rubbing my wrist but refusing to look back.
My mind was still racing, replaying the look of confusion on Eli's face when I slapped him. I hadn't meant to do it.
It just... happened.
I let out a quiet sigh and made my way back to Damien. He was probably already wondering why I took so long.
When I reached our spot, I found him sitting stiffly on the couch, irritation written plainly across his face. Henry sat beside him, chatting and drinking, completely unfazed by Damien's short, unresponsive replies.
I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. Damien, being painfully antisocial, would never stop being oddly amusing.
He noticed me immediately and stood, relief flickering across his face as he stepped closer.
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