Sienna:
Something was wrong.
I could feel it crawling under my skin, creeping into the quiet corners of my heart. Damon’s voice had been too sharp when he told me to go back to the room, his body too tense, his eyes too guarded.
He was hiding something.
He was hiding something, whatever it was. I had just did not know how I would be able to put my finger in it.
And no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that I was just overthinking it, that I was paranoid after everything we’d been through, I knew that I wasn’t.
Lysandre or something. But this was not her. This was not a situation about her. I could tell. Whatever this was, this was deeper. This was stronger and sharper even.
I walked down the corridor, the air colder than usual, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. H
