Narrator’s POV
Zaira felt her body relax and her senses that had been sharpened became dull. Her guard went down the moment she realized who was at her door.
“Damon?”
The figure at her door seemed to stiffen up, but immediately after relaxed.
It was Damon.
Zaira saw him stare at her, with heat in his eyes, yet, he didn’t move, or speak.
“Damon? What are you doing here?” Zaira stepped closer. The moment she got close enough, the thick smell of alcohol hit her. She blinked in realization.
‘Is he drunk?’ Zaira thought as she examined Damon’s face. His face didn’t seem flushed or anything. He just looked a bit tired. Zaira glanced around to see if there was anyone else around. No one, so it was only Damon who came to see her. Zaira felt a bit disappointed that he was the only one here
