''Where is Rayven?''
Damon acknowledged how different she looked in that dress and make-over, and he couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous form.
''He is not coming.''
Ebony paused, wanting to believe she misheard the demon.
Not coming?
''What does that mean?''
Damon was dressed nicely in a dark suit and polished black shoes. He stared down at his golden watch and said, ''We are already five minutes late to your entrance, Ebony. Let's go.''
She would tell a big lie if she said she understood what was going on. Those two words; Not coming, arouse different feelings in her that made it even harder to grasp the meaning behind those words.
''Not coming…'' She whispered in a tone similar to that of disappointment but faintly fired by hope as she quickly added, ''You mean, he won't be showing up right now but would show up later, right?''
