Damien had only played himself by getting into bed with Amelia.
He couldn't sleep.
He was too restless to.
It simmered beneath his skin like a low-grade fever, making it impossible to lie still. Not that he needed sleep the way humans did—his kind rarely did—but he'd wanted to be there, next to her, holding her through the worst of it. He wanted to offer her more than his presence, more than the silent worship in his gaze. He wanted to care for her in the tender, intentional way she deserved.
And yet... he found himself woefully unprepared. Lacking the knowledge and the tools to soothe her discomfort in any way that mattered.
He lasted exactly an hour before surrendering to the urge clawing at his insides. The scent of her blood always called to him—like a siren’s song.
Even if it ne
