~Aria~

“Don’t worry, he said nothing much,” Damon continued, focusing back on cutting his steak.

“Ah…Ok…” I rubbed my sweaty palms on my laps nervously.

“Go on. Eat.” He motioned.

“Thanks.” I forced a smile as I scooped a full spoon of macaron into my mouth.

But I couldn't swallow.

The macaroni suddenly felt too dry for my throat to take.

What did Elder Wraith discuss with Damon…

What if Damon knows everything now and is waiting for me to confess on my own…

“Aria–”

“Huh!” I blurted.

His eyebrows gathered as he stared at me narrowly. “You are distracted. Are you sure you are alright?”

“Absolutely!” I laughed a...