The air around Damien and Chloe stilled for a moment. He rubbed his fingers on his chin as he spoke through the tension in the room.
"There's something you need to know," He muttered.
Chloe's hands dropped from where they'd been folded across her chest. Her eyes didn't narrow. Her jaw didn't tense. She just nodded once, quiet and open.
"Okay," she said softly. "Tell me."
Damien opened his mouth. The words hovered on the edge of his breath, heavy and bitter, ready to bleed out.
But before he could say a word his thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the doorbell.
The sound snapped between them like a crack in the air.
Chloe flinched slightly, then looked toward the door. "Hold that thought," she murmured, already moving.
