"Damon, you're back," I said.
He looked downright awful. His hair was disheveled, his stubble was more prominent, and his back was hunched, making him look shorter.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He ignored me and walked to the couch. Tara gave me a pointed look and I headed towards him quickly. She stuffed the gun away and watched us from the kitchen.
"Damon," I called.
He glanced at the clock. "We don't have a lot of time."
It started at the time. 07:01pm.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "It's Tuesday."
I frowned. "So?"
"We have a meeting with Dror in an hour," he pointed out.
I'd forgotten all about the meeting with Dror, and how important it was to make sure those two never met.
Dror knew my secret; that I was working for Tony, while Damon thought I was Dror's spy. I couldn't let him get to Damon before I told him the truth. It'd only make things worse.
I shared a look with Tara.
"Tell him," she mouthed.
