Their awe made Damion grind his teeth and snap at anyone who looked at him for too long. His head ached dully and the tips of his fingers were numb from holding on to his temper. He ate with purpose and no pleasure, attempting to restore his energy and plug the slow drip of patience from his chest. Unable to do either, he immediately retired far from the fire and his men’s itchy reverence, barking at Heather when he tried to follow.
“Make sure the woman is given what she needs and none of what she doesn’t, and leave me alone.”
“Yes, Captain,” Heather agreed, falling back instantly.
Damion tossed his pallet to the ground and, without even removing his boots, fell onto it and into a sleep as deep and dark as Meera’s eyes.
Now morning had come, and he watched her, wondering if those ey
