Flic POV
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For the second time in the past half an hour, Flic had to wipe her hands on her jeans. They were hot and clammy, only getting worse as they neared their destination. Her only reprieve was that she was driving. She had to focus on the road, and it limited the reign her thoughts had to taunt her with concerns. Damon was in the passenger seat, eyes glued outside the window. Other than providing her with a few directions, he had been silent for the majority of the journey, lost in his own thoughts. She glanced over to him every ten minutes, but he hadn’t moved, looking more like a statue than a travelling companion.
Flic checked on the Alpha again, his lack of presence, though he was right beside her, stirring an ache in her stomach. It had almost been a week since he learned
