I woke up in Damian's bed.
Not the guest room. His bed.
The sheets were dark, expensive, and smelled like him cedar, cold air, and something warm underneath. I didn't remember falling asleep. I didn't remember how I got here. But as I blinked into the morning light, I realized he must have carried me here.
The other side of the bed was empty.
I sat up slowly, my body aching. Last night had left its mark on me the fear, the adrenaline, the weight of everything I didn't know how to feel. I touched my face, my arms, my chest. No injuries. Just the residue of panic.
I found Damian in the living room, standing by the window. He was already dressed, but there was a difference in him this morning. His shoulders weren't as rigid. His jaw wasn't as tight. He looked like a man who'd made a dec
