ELARA'S POV
Maya's reaction was predictable.
"You're officially dating him? The man who destroyed you?"
"We're trying. That's different than dating."
"Elara, trying is dating. You're just using different words."
We sat in her apartment, wine glasses between us. I'd told her everything—the conversation at Pike Place, Damien's honesty, my decision.
"I know it's risky," I said. "But I need to know if this can work."
"And if it doesn't?"
"Then at least I tried. I'll have closure."
Maya sighed. "I can't protect you from this."
"I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to support me."
"I always support you. Even when I think you're making a mistake." She refilled our glasses. "But I'm watching him. One slip and I'm intervening."
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
My phone buzzed. Damie
