Kaliah POV

I knew the moment I stepped into the common room that something was off.

Damon hadn’t been gone more than a few hours, and things were already shifting.

An urge to turn and leave hit me, but they’d just come after me, so there was no point.

Sighing, I kept walking forward. I’d deal with whatever they were going to say and hope they’d leave me the hell alone.

The air felt thick. Too quiet. Too still. My senses had sharpened since losing my sight—I could tell when people were watching, whispering, judging. And right now? They weren’t even trying to hide it.

“Hey, Kaliah,” a voice called...