"I know what you are trying to do to me. Obviously I would be scared, won't I?" Arabella responded.
Damon's grip loosened as her words echoed in the air, and he slowly released her. With a heavy exhale, he sank into the plush cushions of the nearby sofa, his eyes never leaving her form.
There was a weighty silence between them, pregnant with unspoken tension.
He watched her carefully, his gaze probing as if searching for answers in the depths of her soul. There was a mixture of disbelief and curiosity in his expression. "You knew," he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the room, "And yet you still came here?"
He could not understand why she would willingly subject herself to this, knowing the tumultuous history between them. Yet, there she stood before him
