Damien’s POV
The sun had not yet touched the sky, but I was already awake.
She was sleeping beside me. Her breathing was soft, and her body curled up like a kitten. I watched her like I had all the time in the world. I had moved her here, to my own room, after she passed out in the study. There was no way I would leave her on that cold table. She deserved softness. My bed. My sheets. My warmth.
Amelia.
Even her name made something dangerous stir in me.
She was mine now.
She might not know it yet—might still think she has a choice—but she doesn’t. I don’t care what I have to do. I will keep her beside me. Even if it means forcing her. Even if it means burning the whole damn world down.
I brushed a strand of hair away from her face gently. Her skin was soft, and her lips slightly par
