One phone call. That was all it took to completely ruin Amara and Damien's long-awaited honeymoon. Of course she didn't blame Gabriel for calling, he had done the right thing, given the strange circumstances, but it didn't make her or Damien feel any better about the necessity of coming home.
"Damnit" Damien swore, his hands so tight on the steering wheel, that his knuckles had gone completely white, his jaw set, eyes narrowed as he positively glared at the road and incoming traffic.
Amara placed a reassuring hand on his arm and he exhaled, breathing a little more slowly as she smiled at him, even if it was a tremulous smile. "Everything will be alright" she soothed, but he wasn't so implacable. He'd been looking forward to this honeymoon and, once again, it was ruined because of somet
