Elena's POV

The piano keys felt unfamiliar beneath my fingers. I stared at them for a moment before speaking.

"I can't believe you did this.”

My voice came out softer than I intended, my fingers hovering over the keys like they might burn me.

Damien stood a few feet behind me, his presence warm and steady.

"Play something," he said again, his voice gentle.

I looked down at the piano, the ivory smooth and cool under my fingertips.

I'd forgotten how much I missed this, the way the keys ...