Maya's POV
Damon and I stood facing each other in loaded silence. His eyes searched mine, giving me space to process his words before he spoke again.
"Now that we've cleared that up, will you tell me why you're so consumed with insecurities? I know you, little one. You're rational and level-headed. This jealousy isn't like you—something's triggered it."
"I'm just..." My voice cracked, barely audible. "I'm terrified."
"Terrified? Of what exactly?" His thumbs gently brushed my cheeks, erasing the tear tracks.
"That you'll wake up one day and realize I'm not enough. That someone more captivating, more beautiful, more interesting will come along and—"
