Chapter 15 What the Bond Carries
- “You’re hiding something,” I said, the words out of my mouth before I even understood where they came from.
- Damon looked up from his lunch tray, startled. “What?”
- “I don’t know how I know that,” I said, sitting down across from him at our usual table, the cafeteria noise fading into background static. “I just, I felt it. Guilt. Coming off you like heat off pavement.”