[DAMIAN]

The silence she left me with was deafening.

Do you? The question echoed in my skull, a physical vibration against the lead box I'd kept my doubts in. That was the power this Little Rare had over me. I'd stepped into this room as a King, adamant on confrontation and reprimand. I came in this room with a plan. But one sentence from her made me feel like an interloper.

She wasn't even looking at me. She was brushing her hair, the rhythmic scritch of the bristles the only sound in the ...