Damon
The private chamber was smaller than I remembered. I rarely used this room but the musicians said it had ‘excellent acoustics’.
Why do I care about acoustics? I wasn’t even sure why I asked her here.
That thought had repeated itself a dozen times since I gave the demand. I didn’t usually second-guess myself. But tonight, with nothing but her voice on loop in my soul, I couldn’t stop myself from needing to hear her again.
A single chair had been placed near the hearth, and I sat ramrod straight, arms crossed, posture too tense for someone who’d supposedly requested a song for enjoyment.
Elena’s footsteps echoed just beyond the door, followed by her scent.
I spoke before she knocked. “Enter.”
The door opened with a soft creak, and Elena stepped inside.
She wasn’t dressed li
