Damon's Point of View
Two days.
It had only been two days since I'd walked out of that villa, since I'd left Sera standing there with guilt written across her face.
Two days, and it felt like two years.
I stared at the documents spread across my desk, the words blurring together into meaningless shapes. Budget reports. Territory assessments. Alliance proposals. None of it mattered. None of it could hold my attention when all I could think about was her.
The way she'd pulled away from my kiss.
The guilt in her eyes.
The fact that she'd been thinking about him.
My wolf paced restlessly inside me, agitated and miserable. 'This is stupid. We should go to her. Talk to her. Fix this.'
"She needs to come to us."
'Why? Because of your pride? Because you're too stubborn to admit you miss
