Zora’s POV
As I uttered those words to Marcel, I stole a quick glance at Damon, hoping for some sign of engagement or concern. However, my expectations were swiftly shattered as Damon, seemingly disinterested, muttered a nonchalant “Do as you pleas” before casually walking away. His nonchalant departure left me standing there, realizing the futility of seeking any emotional connection.
Meanwhile, Marcel, oblivious to the tension, continued planning the meeting details. “We can meet at the ballroom when next I visit. I will make your stay worthwhile,” he suggested, unaware of the strained atmosphere. I nodded absentmindedly, my mind preoccupied with the realization that Damon’s indifference had hit me harder than I thought it would.
As Damon walked away, my gaze was drawn to his hand alm
