Zora’s POV
I had always approached my interactions with Marcel with a degree of caution. He had a way of always making me want to be vulnerable and kind, which left me feeling uncertain and guarded. The weight of his inquiry about my well-being hung heavy in the air and the worst part of it was that I felt he was genuinely concerned for my health and I wondered why.
My hesitation was evident in the furrow of my brow and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than a simple, casual inquiry even though it looked like it was not. In that moment, my gaze flitted briefly to Damon, who had been watching our exchange with his usual perceptive yet nonchalant gaze. Damon’s raised eyebrow silently conveyed his intrigue, as if he were asking, “What’s going on here?”
The scrutiny from Damon
