Kalilah POV

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers working at the knot of the black ribbon I used for my blindfold. The silk slid beneath my fingertips, warm from my skin, and I’d just loosened it when I heard the knock. My head lifted instinctively, shoulders tensing.

The faint scent of cedar drifted in from the cracked window, mingling with the low hum of voices somewhere in the hall. I curled the ribbon in my palm, heartbeat quickening, and turned toward the door. “Come in,” I called, knowing it was Damon. No one else it would be but him.

Tomorrow, the two of us are going...