CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Damian’s POV:
I had no f*****g words.
For the first time in a very long time, I—the King of the Eastern Kingdom, a man who was expected to have an answer for damn near everything—had absolutely nothing intelligent to say.
Morgan.
My mate.
I could still taste her on my lips.
And Goddess help me, that kiss had done absolutely nothing to satisfy the need I felt for her.
If anything, it had made it worse.
"We should go back," Bruce grumbled.
"We left her five minutes ago."
"Exactly. We've been away too long."
I almost laughed.
Almost.
But everything I had learned about Morgan tonight was slowly settling into my chest, replacing some of the euphoric high from our kiss with something deeper.
Something heavier.
She had lost both of her parents.
She and her brothe
