Damien’s pov:
The two armed guards were still firmly stationed outside Sera’s door. I knocked before entering.
She was sitting quietly on the bed, her knees drawn up close to her chest, and her hair loose around her shoulders. A sketchbook was resting on her lap, but she wasn't actively drawing anything. She was just staring, looking lost in thought.
She seemed much smaller tonight than usual. She looked vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with being afraid of me.
“Damien,” she said softly when she finally noticed I was there.
The sound of her voice did something dangerous to me. I stepped inside the room and gently closed the door behind me.
“You are still awake,” I stated.
She nodded her head. “I was actually waiting for you.”
“Did something happen?” I asked.
She hesitat
