Namara's POV:

As soon as Damien left, I began packing back and forth in my bedroom, with my hands clenched into fists at my sides, and the plush carpet muffling my agitated footsteps.

The plan was to pretend to always want to be around Damien, or at least have him hovering nearby, so no one would suspect a thing. It was supposed to keep suspicions at bay, make everything look normal while I unraveled the web of deceit around me. But gods, I couldn't keep it up anymore.

Every time I ...