Chapter 33
Kimberly’s POV
The moment we stepped out of the hospital, Damien took the lead, guiding me to where he had parked his car. My breath caught in my throat when I saw his sleek, expensive vehicle. I hesitated before sliding into the passenger seat.
Damien joined me, and without a word, we started our drive. Neither of us spoke. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating. I stared out the window, trying to make sense of my swirling thoughts. I was lost in my head, and he must have sensed that I wasn’t in the mood to talk. He focused on the road, letting the silence linger.
The drive seemed to stretch on forever. Finally, we arrived at his house. We both stepped out at the same time, but I lingered by the car, unsure of what to do next. Damien gestured for me to follow him, and I did, quietly trailing behind.
The neighborhood was eerily quiet. Too quiet. It felt as though we were the only two people around. The stillness gnawed at me, and I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest. I glanced around, not seeing a soul. It was unsettling.
"Damien," I began hesitantly as we approached his front door. "Why is it so... quiet here? We haven’t seen anyone since we arrived. What’s going on?" I asked, my voice betraying my concern.
He paused and looked back at me, smiling softly, almost reassuringly. "That’s how I like it," he said with a chuckle. "I’m not fond of crowds. I prefer solitude. Makes things... simpler."
His answer caught me off guard. There was something intimate in the way he said it, as if I was the only person he wanted around. But I couldn’t let myself get lost in that.
"Hmm, I see," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. "Do you live alone? What about your family?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.