Laura’s Point of View.
Nothing changed even after I came back to the pack, and the daily attacks continued uncontrolled. I held my breath. I knew it was all part of the plan, but every time I saw Damian tired, I couldn’t help but worry.
“You have no choice. You must endure it.”
“Yes, I know,” I agreed with Leia. Then, I distracted myself by staring at the ceiling.
I didn’t want to add to Damian’s worries, so I agreed to stay in the room when he asked. He already had too much on his plate, and the last thing I wanted to do was add to it.
My watchful eye was drawn to him when the door to the room opened and he entered. Our gazes locked, and I smiled at him.
“How are things going?” he queried, removing his clothes one by one, from his tuxedo to the sleeves, leaving only his white shirt
