Nina looked up at the figure in front of her. This was the first time she'd seen Damien in real life—outside the curated photos on the internet and the ones Chloe used to flash in her face jokingly.
She stared at him for a long second.
The man behind the storm which Chloe had fled. The one she'd cried over. The one she still loved, even if she didn't want to.
He was standing right in front of her.
"I believe you know someone I'm looking for," Damien said, his voice stern.
"Excuse me?" Nina finally said, her voice cool.
"You heard me," Damien replied, his tone too sharp.
Nina's brows shot up, disbelief flickering in her expression.
Damien's eyes softened as he realized his misstep. "I'm sorry," he said, voice lowering. "What I meant is….I'm looking for Chloe and I think you may be able to help me."
Nina folded her arms across her chest, her stance steady and guarded.
"And why would you think that?" she asked.
