–Livana–
It was quite a show.
I wiped my tears as Laura guided me to wherever we were headed. After a few more steps and some elevators, I felt the concrete under my feet and caught the distinct scent of a closed parking garage. Soon enough, I slid into the car—pulled in by a familiar hand that brought me crashing into his chest.
"So, how was it?" Damon's voice carried an odd mix of excitement and childish glee.
I shoved him off gently and settled into the familiar seat lined with fleece and cushions. The space felt too wide.
A long sedan? A limo?
Why the hell did this bastard bring a limo?
"I didn't expect my big sister to deliver a whole performance with crocodile tears," Laura said, her tone dripping sarcasm.
I sighed and tapped Damon's arm. "Water."
He handed me a glass bottle, guiding my hand to the straw. I sipped. The cold water cooled my throat and body, worn out from fake crying. I sighed and leaned back as the car rolled forward.
