#Chapter 39 – No Strings Attached

Lila What the hell just happened there? Damon didn’t say anything, just walked out. I tried not to let it hurt, but even I could admit hat stung. I sat in the empty chair for what felt like hours but was only minutes before my hurt turned to anger and I stopped out the room. Asher fell into step beside me as I slipped through the side garden archway and away from the music room. “You survived,” Asher said eventually, his voice low and easy. “Wasn’t sure if you were going to faint or burst into flame when you rushed out of that door.” “Both were on the table,” I muttered. He chuckled. “You didn’t even look nervous when performing.” “That’s because I couldn’t feel my legs.” We turned a corner into one of the quieter stone corridors that ran along the outer edges of the palace. The distant sound of voices still filtered through the windows, but it felt far away now. “Your voice,” he said after a pause. “It’s… not what I expected.” “Bad?” I asked. “Terrifying,