Kira's POV
Sunlight sneaks through the curtains, jabbing at my eyelids until I give in and open them. My body feels like I've been hit by a truck, then backed over just to make sure. The pills Elena gave me last night knocked me out, but they didn't magic away the pain.
Damon sleeps beside me, his face softer than it ever is when he's awake. One arm is thrown across my waist, heavy but somehow not uncomfortable. His dark lashes fan against his cheeks, and I can't help but stare. How the hell did we end up here? From strangers in a hotel room to mates running a pack in what—weeks?
Life's f****d up that way, I guess.
I shift slightly, and pain shoots through my ribs. Werewolf healing my ass.
Damon's eyes snap open immediately, alert in a way that reminds me he spent years watching his b
