Damon stared down at her. He listened to her fake sobs. He looked at her watery eyes.
Any other man in the world would have felt instantly guilty. Any other man would have quickly apologized and tried to comfort her.
But Damon knows how she operates. He knew she was acting.
Damon did not flinch. He replied, his deep voice perfectly calm and completely steady.
"I came here to discuss important matters with my friend Syrus," Damon stated clearly, gesturing slightly toward the nobleman leaning against the doorframe. "It was his choice of venue. I didn't order any services. I am here for business."
Camilla paused her fake crying. She looked at his calm, serious face.
She let out a soft, bright chuckle. The tears vanished instantly. She reached out and gently held his large, rough hand with both of her small hands. She swung their joined hands casually back and forth, smiling up at him brightly.
