Accepting the cup, I took a sip, hoping the warmth would soothe my frayed nerves. As I held the cup, Damien reached for my purse and answered the call for me.
“Xavier?” he said into the phone. “Yeah, she’s safe. She’s with me.” I glanced at him, grateful for his support. “She’s shaken at the moment, but I’ll have her speak to you later.” He disconnected the call and turned his attention back to me.
“How about you go upstairs and take a rest?” he suggested softly.
Nodding, I got off the sofa and made my way to the guest room he had offered me the first time I came here. I lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened.
Later, Damien came into the room holding a pill and a glass of water. “It’s a pain reliever,” he clarified. “I’m sure your he
