Zac's POV

“Do you want to talk about that?” I asked Emily. Since Damon walked out my door, she'd been painfully quiet.

The air was still stiff and even a pin drop would count as noise.

“Does it sound like something I want to talk about, Zac?” She sniffed, wiping her eyes.

“No, it doesn't.” I said, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to poke around.”

“It's not your fault.” She replied softly, “My whole life is a sore spot of late. It seems like it's too much drama to be just me, you know? Do you ever feel that way? That you have an alter ego that somehow contributes to...