Damian POV
The door closed behind me with a soft click.
For a moment I stood on the narrow landing outside Willow’s apartment, staring at the worn wood of the door like it might open again if I waited long enough.
Onyx was still restless inside my head. ‘Mate.’
I dragged a hand down my face and forced myself down the steps. ‘We’re not doing this tonight,’ I told him.
The bond hadn’t faded when the door shut. If anything, the distance between us made it sharper. A thin, steady pull stretched between my chest and the small apartment behind me, like a thread that refused to break no matter how far I moved.
Onyx leaned toward it eagerly. ‘We should stay.’
‘We’re not staying.’
‘She agreed to dinner.’
‘Reluctantly.’
Which, if I was being honest with myself, was still more progress than
