DAMON

"I don't want you," I replied quietly. "I will never let you have your way, Selena."

Why does that feel like a lie?

Why does my heart thump each time I tell myself that?

Why does it feel like I am denying myself something I want when in fact, I am almost certain I don't want Selena.

I don't want to be with a woman who tortures people and controls the country.

So, why?

Why does my heart keep acting like I'm feeding it lies?

I gave up searching for the key and just stood facing the door as the sound of running water reached my ears.

Then, I...