Kalilah POV
After going out with Damon and the two Princes, I was exhausted. It was so awkward the entire time. Even though I couldn’t see anything, I could feel the tension increasing around me.
When I got home, I retired to my private room because I needed a bit of a break. If I didn’t get some time to myself, I was going to go insane.
I sank into my chair, letting out a long, shuddering breath. The sounds of the city outside were muffled, but even that faint hum felt like too much after the constant undercurrent of tension with Damon and the princes. My hands rested on the armrests, fingers curling into the fabric as if I could anchor myself.
God, why was it so exhausting to just… exist around them? I couldn’t even see the subtle looks or smirks, yet I felt them, like a vibration un
