MACEY 

Damien looked at me in a way that made my stomach twist. There was something unreadable in his eyes, heavy and cautious, and it made me tense. 

“I had to deal with something,” he said finally, his voice low. 

“Of course,” I replied automatically, not wanting to argue. My voice was flat, too flat, like I was trying to convince myself as much as him.  

I didn’t say anything else, even though every nerve in my body wanted to scream at him to tell me what was going on. I ...