“Elara, don’t get the wrong idea,” he said, shifting awkwardly. “Serena’s old office was too far from the pack lands, so I helped her find a new workspace. I didn’t know it was near your aunt’s place.”
I didn’t even glance at him. “That’s none of my business. I’m here to deliver the stuff my Dad sent. We don’t know when we’ll be back, so she sent a lot.”
Hearing that, Damon visibly relaxed, relieved I wasn’t starting an argument.
“No problem,” he said lightly. “The Calastiral Territory isn’t far. Let me know whenever you want to visit.”
He still had no idea I wasn’t planning on coming back, and I had no intention of telling him.
Aunt Lydia frowned, glancing at Serena, who was now adjusting one of the bags in Damon’s hands. Her smile faltered when she noticed Aunt Lydia’s scrutinizing gaze, but she quickly recovered.
The four of us stood there in awkward silence until Serena spoke up, feigning exhaustion.
“Damon, this is so heavy. Can we take the elevator first? I’m getting tired.”
“Of course,” Damon said, turning to the delivery driver. “Hold off on bringing up the rest for now. We’ll go up first.”