Damon’s POV
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low, eyes narrowing at the sight of her by my desk
She clasped her hands behind her back, all regal grace and false innocence. “Oh, nothing!” she said with a soft laugh. “Just reviewing some preparations for your coronation. You’ve been so... absent lately.”
I didn’t answer. What was the point? Since she left—since Ara walked out of my life—nothing mattered.
I turned away from her and poured myself a drink. The bourbon burned down my throat, but not nearly enough to numb the hollow ache spreading through my chest.
From behind, I heard her steps draw closer.
A light touch on my shoulder.
“Damon,” Seraphina murmured. “Talk to me. How are you holding up? I know it must hurt… After all, she was your soulmate, and she rejected you
