“Damian,” I said, my voice shaking. “You’re hurt.”
He shook his head. “I’m fine.”
But he wasn’t. I could see the blood soaking his shirt.
I grabbed a cloth from the floor and pressed it against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
“You’re an i***t,” I muttered, blinking back tears. “A big, stupid, stubborn idiot.”
He gave a weak chuckle.
“Take one to know one.”
For a second, we just looked at each other.
No words.
No lies.
Just the truth.
I still didn’t know if I could trust him fully.
I still didn’t know if love was enough to fix everything he’d broken.
But in that moment, all I knew was this
I wasn’t ready to give up on him yet.
Not yet.
We drove for what felt like hours, putting as much distance as we could between us and Lucian’s men. The road stretched out ahead, en
