His fingers tightened around hers, a subtle but possessive gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. Damon’s touch was both gentle and firm, as though he were testing the boundaries of her willingness, seeing how close he could bring her without sending her fleeing. Forcing herself to remain calm, Caroline met his gaze, her own expression softened, laced with just enough uncertainty to make her seem vulnerable, almost willing.
“You’re an enigma, Caroline,” he murmured, his dark eyes searching her face. “You don’t fear me the way the others did. Or perhaps… you’re simply better at hiding it.”
The intensity of his gaze made it hard to breathe, but she held his stare, allowing herself a small, sad smile. “I’ve learned to adapt,” she replied softly. “I’ve had to.”
Damon’s brow furrowed, hi
