For a split second, I almost broke down in tears. But I swallowed the lump in my throat, yanked my wrist free with a desperate tug, and threw myself at the healer, Dr. Adrian Kerr, standing nearby. My voice came out eerily calm. "Take care of you? What, you think my little flings on this yacht aren't enough for me?"
Adrian flinched, startled, about to say something, but Damian's roar cut him off. "Get out!"
The healer bolted, but not before catching a glimpse of Damian throwing me onto the bed with a force that rattled my bones. "Emily, you're that desperate, huh!?"
I forced a smirk, my heart splintering. "Yeah, guess you never did it for me. Back other packs, I'd switch wolves daily—no repeats. You're just too dull."
The last flicker of emotion in Damian's eyes died out. He pinned me
