**Warning- Brief mentions of past harassment/molestation and physical violence.**
Damian noticed a flicker of deep-seated worry, bordering on fear, flash across Eilika's face. He could feel the sudden shift in her aura, as if Sylvian's casual remark about her absence from society had struck a hidden nerve she wasn't prepared to defend.
"Now that we have finished our supper, we shall head back to the mansion," Damian announced. He signaled the waiter, settled the bill, and the three of them rose from the table.
Eilika led the way, her pace hurried as they moved toward the exit. As they passed through the lounge, a young nobleman and his companion stood from their table. They offered the customary greetings to the Duke and Prince, but as the man's eyes landed on Eilika, her entire body went rigid.
She flinched as she recalled the past she didn't want to. Without a word, she bolted for the door, not caring if Damian or Sylvian were keeping up.
"Ahh!"
