Kayla
I tried to calm my breathing as I walked through the giant gates, but my father’s angry voice still echoed in my head. A sleek black SUV rolled to a stop beside me, and the driver quickly stepped out.
“Welcome back, Mrs. Blackwood. Mr. Damien asked me to bring you the rest of the way.”
I nodded quietly and slipped into the backseat. My chest still felt tight from everything that had happened. I glanced at my reflection in the tinted window, fixing my hair and wiping the last traces of tears from my face. Damien couldn’t see me looking broken.
When I stepped into the mansion, Damien was lounging near the kitchen island, casually eating candy grapes like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“How was your run?” he asked with a lazy grin. “You look like you survived a battlefield.”
