Maya's POV
I couldn't maintain my anger at Damon despite how upset I'd been about his confrontation with Stella. His concern for my safety was genuine, even if his approach had been all wrong. After just one night apart, I already longed for him with an intensity that surprised me.
Entering our dark apartment with determination to make peace, I found it strangely quiet. I searched each room—kitchen, bedroom—but Damon was nowhere to be found. The emptiness felt wrong since he should have been home by now.
"This is weird," I muttered to myself, checking the time again.
After putting my purse away and removing my shoes, I took a long shower, trying to wash away the tension of the day. I slipped into one of Damon's shirts afterward, needing his scent around me even if he wasn't physically present. When the clock showed he was definitely late, worry crept in. I reached for my phone and dialed his number.
"Hi, little one," his sleepy voice answered after four rings.
