Mark always played the part of the calm, collected businessman and incoming senator, yet he had let his anger show so publicly.
Lyvana walked across the cold floor, her heels clicking in the empty space. She looked at the spot where the two men had stood. The tension between them had been thick.
Julian had been calm and composed but Mark's eyes had shown something deeper than just a bruised ego.
Was it love? A dry laugh escaped her lips at the thought. That just seemed ridiculous to even think about.
"You're still here," a voice called out from the doorway.
Damon walked in wearing a pyjamas.
"I will be going to bed soon." Lyvana said, walking towards him.
"I am sorry I yelled at you yesterday."
"It's ok. I would have yelled at me too."
Damon smiled slightly, the tension in his shoulders dropping. But as Lyvana moved to walk past him into the hallway, he reached out a hand.
"Wait," he said.
Lyvana stopped.
