Kyra stayed in the corner for a while, hugging her knees and trying to steady her breathing. She knew she had to get back to Meeko and Damon, but she needed this moment to compose herself. She needed to remind herself of who she was and what she had to do.
But even as she told herself this, she couldn't shake the feeling of Damon's presence. His sharp gaze, his confidence, his protective nature—they all lingered in her thoughts.
Kyra took a deep breath and stepped out of the theater room, determined to regain her composure.
But as she went outside, she was taken aback. Damon was still awake, leaning against the doorframe of the room. His head rested against the wall, his eyes half-closed, and his skin seemed to glow softly in the dim light.
For a moment, Kyra stood frozen, watching him. His relaxed posture and the serene expression on his face were a stark contrast to the intensity she had felt earlier. It was almost as if he had been waiting for her.
