Damon's POV
There it was. That look.
I finally got to see the look in her eyes when I called her by her real name. I thought it'd be more satisfying, but instead, it felt bittersweet.
My heart ached at the mere sight of her, and even though she repulsed me, there was still a part of me that cared for her, deeply.
"Damon."
I'd always loved hearing her call out my name, there was nothing quite like it. Her soft, melodious voice sent chills down my spine— the good kind, not the bad.
"I can explain," she said.
"Oh, I would so love to hear this," I said.
She paused, staring at me.
"Go ahead."
I was curious to know what she'd say. Would she come up with another lie, or would she finally tell the truth?
"Um…"
Um was none of those things.
"Isn't that your real name? Mia?" I asked.
"Yes."
