Damon
“How are you feeling?” Atticus asked as soon as I walked into the office Monday morning. I had spent the whole weekend resting and being lazy at Vanessa's house while she technically babied me. I couldn’t even lie; I had loved every minute of it. In fact, I wasn’t even sure how to go back to my own apartment. I liked Vanessa’s house, and I now felt like it was also mine. It wasn’t, but it felt like it.
“Better, thank you,” I said with a nod. Atticus stopped me before I could go to my desk. Alastair was seated behind his desk, and he was just watching us. It was actually unusual for him to be this quiet and as I looked between them, a thought occurred to me that maybe they wanted me gone.
“Alastair and I were hoping to talk to you about something,” Atticus said and all I could do w
