Damien crookedly grins, retrieving the box from the nightstand, before placing it on my lap. Carefully lifting the lid, my heart sinks at what’s inside. A royal blue masquerade mask. Suddenly, I know. “We all have our demons,” Damien says, grazing his fingertips over the initials carved into my skin on my hip. “And sometimes, they consume us.” “You did this,” I begin, setting the box back onto the nightstand. “For me?” His eyes burn into mine. “I’d do anything for you.”
