Aria’s POV
The hallway to Damon’s grandfather’s quarters felt endless, stretching on in a way that made my pulse race. I could feel Damon’s tension; even though we hadn’t marked each other, our bond was already strong enough that I could sense how on edge he was. It was like his whole body was primed for a fight, his wolf ready to leap at any threat lurking behind these doors.
I reached out and took his hand, trying to ground myself. He looked down at me, smirking with that familiar, slightly infuriating glint in his eye. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten where we left off, little wolf,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with that teasing charm he wore so well.
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I looked away quickly, but I couldn’t hide the smile creeping up. Damon always knew how to say just
