Chapter twenty two

Zirah's POV

Something is wrong.

Don't ask me what or how I know but my instincts tell me that something is wrong somewhere.

Damon hasn't been how he used to be for the past couple of days. He's been more tensed up than usual and frustrated, anytime I ask what happened, he shrugs it away. It's not like he's changed towards me or something, but his movements recently have been shifty.

To take calls outside, and have separate meetings away from me. I don't want him to tell me all about the pack politics or carry me along in every single thing but I thought we were growing closer not apart.

I was in the kitchen overlooking the yard, my chin in my hand, lost in thoughts.

Damon was 'out' for one of those meetings.

I traced my fingertips over the squeaky clean surface of the countertop and brought it close to my face to examine. Not a single dirt.

I flopped back on my seat and groaned out loud for a long. All day, every day while Damon was busy, I laid around doing nothing!

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