Damon’s POV
The gathering should have been considered a success. That was what every report said. The attending Alphas had left satisfied. Trade agreements had been strengthened. Military discussions had progressed. Several neutral territories appeared far more willing to support the crown than they had been only months ago.
By every measure, the event had accomplished exactly what it was supposed to. So why couldn't I stop thinking about Elodie? I sat in my private office staring at a stack of reports I had not actually read. The same page had been sitting open in front of me for nearly ten minutes.
Maybe longer.
I couldn't remember, my thoughts kept drifting back to the gathering. To the way Elodie had carried herself. To the way she had attended despite recently leaving the hospital
