s your
ed out like a reservoir that's preparing to lose
hand through her hair in
ou listen to me.You do that and you get to stay out of the dungeon b
hat thing." A
what? He s
affects her, replied instantly."
ond chance mate. Why d
at to do." he picked her up from the chair
Damien ca
Alp
her back to the dungeon. Her t
this again Damien. I pr
d not to
--
old to talk back
't ment
he's you
t. You look at her just th
it."he
ir names m
His voice echoed t
you're vulnerable wh
rd and I'll send y
a war to plan and you'r
by the side of his dress and out with his knife. He rubbed t
ck member in charge of the prison
o take her to the infirmary with a quick check. His mind was overw
ps echoed against the tiled floor, drawing the attention of nurses and patients alike. Ignoring the curious glances, he fi
r eyes before she placed her expression into neutrality. "Damien," she greeted, her voice
a, sto
expecte
oming over her like a protective shadow.
tired eyes. "I appreciate the concern," she murmured, shifting uncomfortably aga
cause you trie
ldn't downplay your injuries," he admonish
th a dismissive wave of her hand,
strand of hair away from her face
g for a moment to reveal vulnerability beneath. "I learned f
f machines monitoring her vital signs. Damien's fingers ling
her voice hoarse with emotion.
et her gaze. "Always," he murmured, his voice barely audible o
a part of him weak. In that moment, amidst the antiseptic scent of the infirmary and the beeping of monitors, he knew their souls were bou
lp
ked back t
e lady in a fine blue g
ubt stood up immediately, gave Damie
he's ok
es
make sure to relieve you of your dut
ped back and b
ives a cold drift to their bodies. They walked into the pack hous
out in the open. His mind shif
ing me." He said
is isn't it? Amelia sa
l,"he said, indicat
s once
Just don't tr
romised to l
closer, his ha
d gi