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Come back.
I need you.
I wish he could hear me. Wish a wizard could grant me my wishes. Of all I could wish for in life, I’d want Damon in my life and for Harvey to be happy.
Gia’s calling me again, but I ignore her.
Our fight plays out in my nightmares, over and over, each dream taking a different turn until I wake up drenched in sweat.
All of them with a main plot—Damon leaves me behind.
He moves on because he doesn’t need me.
Even the bright sunny skies can’t turn my mood around on Wednesday.
Damon’s eyes narrow a fraction when he sees me in the morning. I must look like shit. My stomach is grumbling and myhead pounding despite the constant water I’ve been consuming to keep me going.
“I need you to research something. Check your emails,” he tells me abruptly.
I nod and turn on my heels to leave him to his throne, where he sits alone.
“Wait.” He stops me in my tracks. “Have you been eating?”
I face him again, wondering if my eyes reveal the lifeless feeling that sinks inside. “Why do you care?”
I don’t wait for him to answer. He left me, so it’s not his problem if I starve myself. I forced myself to eat strawberries last night, but that’s about the extent of it.
Back at my desk, I do some research for Abby Whitmore—the one who’s always after Damon’s cock. I check the guidelines of the United States Environmental Protection Agency, following the application to build a project that will potentially infringe on environmental regulations.
My research brings me well into the afternoon, where, for the first time in a few days, my mind doesn’t wander to my situation with Damon.
My focus explains why I didn’t hear him leave. I only see him come back with a bag in hand, a five-o’clock shadow on his face, and his eyes revealing a dire need of sleep.
“Eat.” One word. One order. He places the bag on my desk and heads back to his office.
I remove the sandwich from the bag and take a bite, knowing I need to force my appetite.
When I end up in his office before leaving for the day, I have more courage. My mind is clearer, my stomach is satisfied, and I’m ready to do more than survive.
I’m ready to fight.
Fight him. Fight for us.
“Thank you for lunch.”
He eyes me rapidly and nods. “You need to eat, Gemma.”
My eyes shift to Palmer’s diary on his desk. It’s as if he needs the reminder of what I did to keep himself away from me.
He walks to the door to grab his coat, and there’s a knock. When I see who it is, my throat tightens. Abby’s here. Jealousy immediately darkens my blood, turning my vision crimson.
Is he leaving with her?
“Abby,” Damon greets her.
Stop sounding so fuckable.
Damon, come back to me.
