Kaira's POV

"What... what are you doing?" I asked, my voice breaking a little.

Damian’s face shifted with a look I couldn’t quite read, something between confusion and amusement.

"Sitting. In my house, at my dining..." he said calmly.

"No, no," I cut in quickly, waving my hand as if that would stop him.

But he continued anyway.

"Do you have a problem with that?" he asked, one brow raised, his eyes locked firmly on mine.

I froze. My hand slowly dropped, and I looked away, blinking ...