Betty's POV. 

The auditorium was emptying, people streaming toward the lobby where coffee and pastries waited. 

I moved with the current, letting my teammates' chatter wash over me without really hearing it. My skin felt too tight, my smile muscles aching from overuse."Betty."

His voice cut through the noise. I didn't stop walking.

"Betty, wait."

Damien placed his hand on my arm. It was gentle and tentative. I turned to find him standing there, something raw and uncertain in his ...