Damon:I should’ve known she wouldn’t let it go quietly.I should have known that she was not going to let the subject die down. She was going to come and she was going to start the problem.The second I stepped back into my office, I didn’t even have time to close the door before Lysandra shoved it
Sienna:The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime as I stepped onto the executive floor. My heels echoed on the polished floors, and I adjusted the folder in my hand. Damon had asked me to drop by for a final update before the weekend, and despite the whirlwind of the past few days, I was startin
Damon:The drive home was quiet, but for once, it wasn’t awkward or full of tension. It was peaceful.Sienna sat in the passenger seat, her head resting lightly against the window, shoes kicked off, her legs tucked under her like she belonged there. And maybe… she did.It was a long day for the two
Sienna:I stood in the center of my old room, half bent over the edge of the bed as I zipped up a small bag with a few of Isla’s extra things and one of my sweaters I’d somehow forgotten.Well, technically I didn't really think that it was an issue considering the room was simply down the hall, but
Damon:The stars above us were scattered like shattered glass, beautiful, broken pieces of something greater, something we’d never be able to touch but could still dream about.I smiled at their sides, finding myself getting lost in their beauty for a moment too long. I was completely lost in my tho
Sienna:The moment his lips met mine again, I knew.This was different.Everything about the night was different. Everything about the two of us being together today was different. And I found myself getting more lost in him than I thought that I ever could be.There was no rush, no anger, no resent
Damon:She was still asleep.Sienna was curled up on my chest, the soft rise and fall of her breathing the only sound in the room besides the faint rustle of the sheets. Her fingers rested just above my heart, her legs tangled with mine beneath the blankets. She was wearing nothing but my shirt, bar
Giovanni:Lysandra’s voice echoed off the walls of my study, shrill with fury and humiliation.And though I should not have found this amusing, I had to fight back the urge to laugh sometimes. My daughter was being inconsiderate. She was being irresponsible and far too emotional for her own good. Ha
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melti
Sienna:He had been following me around the entire morning.Not only has he been following me, but he's been trying his best to speak to me only to be ignored. I needed to focus on work and he was not allowing me to do so.From the second we walked into the company building, Damon Lockwood had his e
Damon:Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky r
Sienna:I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.But the truth was, it already had.No matter how hard I try to deny it,
Delilah:I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.He was smarter than I gave him credit for.That made him dangerous.My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man kn
Damon:I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say a
Sienna:The moment I stepped into the infirmary, I felt the shift in the air.I felt the weight that it carried, no matter how hard I wanted to deny it.It was subtle, too subtle, perhaps, but undeniable.Something was off.Damon stood near the bed, his back straight, his hands behind him in a stanc
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 ha
Damon:I could still feel it, the bond. The one that should not exist.The one that didn’t belong to her.The one that I knew that I already had, I did not reject Sienna. At least the rejection did not work. Our daughter being born was proof of it not working. If it did, then Isla not be here.This