CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DAMIAN
She was nervous and I could smell it right off her. It made me both like her and hate myself for being the reason for her in that state. I watched her rush around in the kitchen, making coffee while avoiding any eye contact with me.
“Aren’t you going to work today?” I questioned, trying to divert her attention.
“Not really,” she answered, her brown eyes briefly flashing towards me.
“Why not?”
“I’m not really feeling that well,” she answered as she poured the hot, steaming liquid into two ceramic coffee cups.
To be honest, I had forgotten how coffee really tasted like. It had been ages since I took any of the human food and to be precise, the last time I actually ate human food was when I was human. But of course, I was not going to tell her t
