Chapter 92 - The Sting of Embarrassment, The Shock of Care
The sickening thud of my head against the corner of the elevator wall made me wince. I'd been so preoccupied with avoiding the main lobby—where I knew Damien might still be watching—that I'd practically dived into the first available elevator and miscalculated the distance.
"Ow!" I hissed, pressing my palm against my temple.
A businessman already in the elevator raised his eyebrows. "You okay there?"
"Fine," I muttered, face burning. "Just clumsy."
Perfect. Just perfect. Not only had I fled from Damien's confession like a startled gazelle, but I'd also managed to injure myself in what was probably the most ungraceful way possible. And knowing my luck, he'd probably witnessed the whole embarrassing spectacle through the building's glass doors.
