"These things can be left to the pack caretakers," Damien murmured, his breath warm against my temple. "You've been at the hospital every day, looking after Rhea. You're already exhausted. If you push yourself too hard, I'll feel bad."
His arms tightened around me as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
It was the same gentle touch, the same soft voice that had once reassured me. But now, all I felt was ice beneath my skin.
Could someone really go this far for another person? Could a lie be carried this perfectly for three years?
I closed my eyes, swallowing the bitterness rising in my throat. A single tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.
Damien swayed slightly, the scent of whiskey clinging to him. I helped him onto the bed, pulling the blanket over him. With the aid of al
