The quiet park had grown even more still by the time Damon found himself seated on the same bench he had intended to ignore just moments earlier, the soft glow of the mana lamps casting a pale light over the two figures now occupying it.
Lunaria sat beside him.
Or rather—
Half-slumped beside him.
Damon stared straight ahead, his posture stiff despite the calm surroundings, while from the corner of his vision he could clearly feel her presence—her half-lidded eyes fixed on him with an unblinking, almost absent-minded focus that made the situation increasingly uncomfortable.
Just how the hell did I end up like this…
The thought ran through his mind as he continued staring forward, pretending not to notice her gaze.
After a moment, his eyes shifted slightly to the side.
She was still looking at him.
Without saying a word.
Without even changing her expression.
Is she just going to keep staring at me like that?
His brows twitched faintly.
Doesn't she have anything to say…?
