Damon’s Point of View
‘Please say yes. Please say yes. Please—’My wolf was practically chanting it like a prayer while I waited for her answer.
Sera stared at my outstretched hand, doubt written all over her face. She thought she wasn’t good enough. Thought she’d fail.She had no idea how wrong she was.
‘She’s going to say no,’ my wolf fretted. ‘She’s going to refuse, and we won’t get to see her.’
“Just Fridays?” she asked finally.
Relief flooded through me so fast I almost smiled. “For now. If it works out, we can discuss more days.”
I handed her my business card, watching her fingers brush over the embossed letters. Such small hands. Delicate.
‘Want to hold them. Want to keep her close.’
“Thank you,” she said softly. “For giving me a chance.”
“Thank you for taking it.” I forced m
