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    But Sabine just continues to gaze at him, completely unmoved. “That’s all she seems to be interested in anymore. I buy bags and bags of groceries, but she refuses to eat.”
    â€œThat’s not true!” I say, annoyed that she’s starting this all over again, especially in front of Damen. But when I see the chai latte stain on her blouse, my annoyance turns to outrage. “How’d you get that?” I motion toward the spot like it’s a scarlet letter, a mark of disgrace, knowing I have to do whatever it takes to dissuade her from returning anytime soon.
    She gazes down at her blouse, her fingers rubbing against it as she pauses to think, then she shakes her head and shrugs when she says, “I bumped into someone.” And the way she says it, so casual, so offhand, so blasé, it’s obvious she’s not nearly as impressed with the encounter as Munoz seemed to be.
    â€œSo, are we still on for dinner Saturday night?” she asks.
    I swallow hard, telepathically urging Damen to just nod and smile and answer in the affirmative even though he has no idea what she’s talking about, since I failed to mention it before.
    â€œI made reservations for eight.”
    I hold my breath, watching as he nods and smiles just like I asked him to. Even choosing to take it a step further by adding, “Wouldn’t miss it.”
    He shakes Sabine’s hand and heads out the door, his fingers entwined around mine, sending a warm wonderful thrum through my body. “Sorry about the whole dinner thing,” I say, gazing up at him. “I guess I was hoping she’d get really busy and forget all about it.”
    He presses his lips to my cheek, then slides into his car. “She cares about you. Wants to make sure I’m good enough, sincere, and not out to hurt you. Believe me, we’ve been through this before. And though I may have come close once or twice, I don’t remember ever failing inspection.” He smiles.
    â€œAw yes, the strict Puritan father,” I say, figuring he’s the perfect description of an overbearing parental type.
    â€œYou’d be surprised.” Damen laughs. “The wealthy landowner was much more of a gatekeeper. And yet still, I managed to sneak by.”
    â€œMaybe someday you’ll show me
your
past,” I say. “You know, how your life was before we met. Your home, your parents, how you became this way . . .” My voice trails off, seeing the flash of pain in his eyes and knowing he’s still unwilling to discuss it. He always shuts down, refuses to share, which only makes me even more curious.
    â€œNone of that matters,” he says, releasing my hand and fiddling with his mirrors, anything to avoid looking at me. “All that matters is
now.
”
    â€œYeah, but Damen—” I start, wanting to explain that it’s not just curiosity I’m after, but a closeness, a bond, wishing he’d trust mewith those long-ago secrets. But when I look at him again, I know better than to press. Besides, maybe it’s time I extend a little trust too.
    â€œI was thinking . . .” I say, my fingers fiddling with the hem on my shirt.
    He looks at me, his hand on the clutch, ready to shift into reverse.
    â€œWhy don’t you go ahead and make that reservation.” I nod, my lips pressed together, my gaze focused on his. “You know, for the Montage or the Ritz?” I add, holding my breath as his beautiful dark eyes graze over my face.
    â€œYou sure?”
    I nod. Knowing I am. We’ve been waiting for this moment for hundreds of years, so why delay any longer? “More than sure,” I say, my eyes meeting his.
    He smiles, his face lighting up for the first time all day. And I’m so relieved to see him looking normal again after that strange behavior from before—his remoteness at school, his inability to make the portal appear, his not feeling well—all of it