Damian's P.O.V.
I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when Kiera walked through the door, flushed, and out of breath. At first, I thought it was the jog—she’d been gone for what felt like an eternity, and I’d stayed behind, watching Caelum and trying not to let my mind wander too much. But the way she was moving now? There was something different. Something...wild about her.
She walked straight to me, no hesitation, no pause, just the determined look in her eyes as she reached for me. Her breath came in quick pants, but there was something else—an underlying hunger in her gaze that hadn’t been there before. She didn’t say a word. She just kissed me, hard and desperate, as though she was starving for something only I could give.
My first instinct was to melt into her, to let it happen, be
