Damian POV
Willow didn’t protest when I carried her to the SUV. That alone told me more than her brave little smile had.
She was hurt.
Not enough to stop her—nothing ever seemed to—but enough that she let me take her weight without argument.
I settled her carefully into the back seat, leaving the space beside her empty so I could slide into it later. “Rest here, little one. I need to take care of some things.” She nodded and leaned her head back against the headrest. I shut the door and turned to Caine. “Stay with her.”
He simply opened the passenger door and slipped inside.
I turned and looked at the activity around me. Evander and our men had arrived as I was getting Willow settled. Micah stood where we’d left him when I stepped back out of the SUV.
Blood still soaked through his
