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~Damon's POV
My eyes was resting on her as she ate slowly, almost too carefully, like every bite carried weight. I didn't know why, but I found myself staring more than eating. The food on my plate was getting cold, and yet I didn't care.
I cleared my throat. This is ridiculous, Damon. Just say it.
"Lisa," I said, making her look up at me.
"Yes?" Her voice was soft, her eyes warm but cautious.
I leaned forward a little. "I… I want to know more about you."
Her lips parted slightly, like she hadn't expected that. Then a small smile spread on her face, the kind that made something shift inside me. "More about me?" she repeated.
"Yes," I said, trying not to sound too desperate. "I mean… you're here with me, in this palace, in this madness. And yet, I realize I barely know you. What you like, what you hate… who you really are."
Lisa tilted her head, her smile growing. "You don't remember me, do you?"
