Kaliah POV
I knew the moment I stepped into the common room that something was off.
Damon hadn’t been gone for more than a few hours, and things were already changing here.
An urge to turn and leave hit me, but they would just pursue me, so there was no point.
Sighing to myself, I kept walking ahead. I would just deal with whatever they were going to say and hope they would leave me the f**k alone.
The air felt thick, too quiet, too still. My senses had gotten sharper since losing my sight. I could tell when people were watching me, whispering about me. And right now? They weren’t even pretending not to.
“Hey, Kalilah,” a voice called from the left. Sweet on the surface. Bitter underneath.
I tilted my head. “Yeah?”
“You’ve been here over a week now,” another one chimed in, her tone
