Ava's POV
"Ahh. My back..." I said as I sat up, holding my neck. I fell asleep in Damien's bed last night. Gosh, my back.
Damien stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked a few times before focusing on me. "Ava?" he croaked, his voice weak but steady.
I leaned closer, a smile spreading across my face. "You're awake. You're alright."
He managed a small, tired smile. "Yes. Thanks to you. You saved me, even though I've been nothing but a jerk to you."
I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. "You were trying to protect us. I understand now."
Damien tried to sit up, wincing as he moved. "Careful," I warned, helping him ease back onto the pillows. "You're still healing."
"How's Eliza?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.
"She's resting," I replied. "She's worried about you."
