One hour ago
Damian
I slumped in my office chair, staring at my phone with a mixture of guilt and longing. Briar's latest message glowed on the screen:
"Training together tomorrow? 😊"
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, torn between truth and lies. Finally, I typed out a response:
"Probably not. Have a meeting tomorrow. Sorry."
Her reply came quickly: "But we haven't seen each other in a week 😔"
The disappointment in those few words made my chest ache. I wanted nothing more than to see her, to hold her, to lose myself in her scent and forget about curses and rogues and all the other bullshit weighing me down. But I couldn't risk it. Not when my control was slipping more each day.
"I know. I'm sorry, little wolf. I'll come see you as soon as I'm done with all this, I promise."
"O
