It was 11:28 PM and Selene still wasn’t back.

Damian finally shut his laptop with a sigh. She’s doing too much, he thought. He headed downstairs, spotting one of the house staff.

“Where is my girlfriend?” he asked quietly.

“Sir… I saw her enter the guest room,” the servant replied.

Damian’s brows tightened. He walked there, pushed the door open—

Selene snapped upright immediately, hand on her chest as if startled.

“Damian what are you doing here?” she asked, voice trembling in that too perfect way.

“I should be asking you that,” he replied, stepping inside.

“I came here to think, Damian,” she said, letting out a fake shaky breath....