Kalilah POV

I was helping the kids when Kiran appeared in the doorway. It was obvious because I smelled him.

“You’re busy,” he said, like it wasn’t obvious.

“I’m teaching three-year-olds to sound out the word cloud,” I replied dryly. “So yes. What’s up?”

He hesitated.

“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He stepped further in, lowering his voice. “Damon called.”

The air left my lungs a little too fast. I kept my expression neutral, but inside, everything flipped upside down. “What did he want?”

“To talk to you.”

I turned back to the kids, trying to ignore the way my heart was beating very fast. “Did he say why?”...