“Okay. Well, just rest for today, Nora.”
I spend the Sunday resting on Elena’s couch. I feel cold and a bit drowsy for most of the day, and when I’m not talking to Elena or Daniel, I just sleep. All those semi-naps allow me to take time to think, a lot. About Damian and our relationship. What I want to do next. About the whole situation of Silver City, too. Sadly, I can’t come up with any solution regarding the Clans.
Regarding my mate, however, I know exactly what my feelings are. When Monday comes, Bobo brings me some of my clothes from the apartment. Elena lent me hers for the weekend, but she is taller than me, and I need to wear my own clothes for work. I put on a denim skirt and a white top, my earrings and my necklace, and Bobo drives me to work after breakfast.
It feels good to be back to work. There is so much to do that I don’t have time to think about anything else. Chef Michel keeps me busy all day, and every other minute, Narcissa is the one giving me chores. During my break, Liam and Tonia send me messages to hear some of my news. Honestly, I’m fine.
I feel better than I have been in a long time. Once my shift is over, Bobo comes to pick me up as promised.
“Are we going back to Elena’s?” He asks while starting the car.
“No, Bobo. Can you bring me back to the apartment? I want to take a shower and change. I will go see Damian after that.”
“Okay.”
The apartment is just as I left it, but colder. Bobo waits for me while I take my shower. It feels nice to wash my hair after a long day of work. When I’m done, I put my denim skirt backon, and pick a white sweater to go with it. Bobo helps me dry my hair while I put some light makeup on.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay, Bobo. Talking with Liam was... enlightening. Have you heard about Damian?”
He nods in the mirror, still focused on braiding my hair. “He is not doing well, according to Neal. He didn’t go to work today. Only Nathaniel can approach him...”
That doesn’t sound too good... I remember his voicemail once again. I know it almost by heart now; I listened to it so many times. It is high time we talk. After a few more minutes, I’m finally ready.
In the car, surprisingly, I’m calmer than I have ever been in a long while. My wolf and I are finally synching our feelings, and it’s more peaceful this way. I just want to see Damian for now. It’s only been two days, but it feels like I haven’t seen him in weeks...
We arrive at the Company building, and Bobo accompanies me to the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor for me. Now I’m starting to feel anxious. I play nervously with my necklace as the numbers grow on the little panel. 24th floor, 25th... Calm down, Nora. My wolf is starting to get restless, too.
When we finally arrive, to my surprise, Nathaniel is at the entrance, talking to someone on the phone. As soon as he sees me, he hangs up, surprised.
“Nora? What are you...?”
“I came to see Damian. Is he here?”
He nods. “He is upstairs, in his apartment, but...”
“Can I go see him?”
It takes a few seconds, but he nods and steps aside to let me through. I don’t really know where his apartment is, but I remember his office layout from last time. There was a smallcorridor with some stairs, and I quickly find the door I’m looking for.
When I enter, everything is dark. All the curtains are down. Didn’t anyone at least put the lights on? I wouldn’t be able to take a step in if it wasn’t for my wolf’s night vision. It’s not only the room that is in the dark— all the furniture is either black, grey, or dark wood. Very different from my own... This place is much colder, neat, and sober. It doesn’t feel like a place to live in.
I leave my shoes at the entrance and walk silently. It’s my first time here, but I can just rely on my wolf’s instinct to find her mate. I progress slowly in the apartment until I reach the master bedroom. Next to a large king bed, pieces of furniture are scattered, like someone broke them violently. Probably the remains of a bed-side table...
“Nora...?”
Damian is sitting next to the glass wall. He looks like a wreck... He’s shirtless but wearing the same pants as last Friday and a three-day beard. He has dark circles under his eyes, and his black hair is in a mess. When I walk up to him, his silver eyes are filled with surprise. I crouch down in front of him, calmer than I expected, despite being so close to him.
He reaches his hand to caress my cheek, and I can see in his eyes he is checking if I’m real. I breathe in, gathering my confidence. “Hi, Damian.”
My voice seems to give him a shock, and he suddenly gets agitated. “Nora, Nora, I’m so sorry! I’ve been an idiot, I... I know I should’ve told you about all this. I’m so, so sorry, Nora...”
I put my hands on his scratchy cheeks, looking into his eyes, trying to calm him down. Our faces are so close. He keeps shaking his head, whispering excuses with a broken voice.
“Damian, calm down,” I murmur calmly.
“I’m so sorry, Nora, I’m sorry...”
