Aria's POV
The hand holding the showerhead trembled. Just once. But he didn't turn the water off. He just stood there, letting it fall.
"You were separated from your wolves. You were unconscious for six hours, on the verge of death." I looked up at him from the cold water rising around my thighs. "I fed you my blood."
"It was me." The desperation in my voice surprised me. "I collapsed while I was out looking for herbs for you. When I came back, you were gone—only the scent of wolves remained. Your pack had taken you."
"I know what it looked like. I know what the sky looked like at hour three when the cloud cover broke, and the temperature dropped another six degrees."
A cold laugh escaped Damon. "Still drunk out of your mind, Aria. Still trying to play me?"
"Five years ago—Claudia sa
