Damon didn’t answer her.
He couldn’t.
Because there was nothing he could say that would undo the truth in her words.
The moment stretched—
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Then Willow turned away first.
“We need to get them inside,” she said, her voice shifting back to something practical—controlled.
Damon blinked once—
Then nodded.
“You’re right.”
He turned toward the guards.
“Get another vehicle ready. Now.”
His tone snapped back into command—
Sharp.
Unquestionable.
Then he looked at Conall.
“You stay.”
Conall stiffened.
“My king—”
“You stay,” Damon repeated, firmer this time.
He glanced briefly at Kira’s aunt and uncle—Nera and Carl—who were barely standing.
“They need someone to stay with them right now.”
A pause.
“And you need to learn patience. Your mate needs time. We n
