Grace’s POV
What is it, Damiano?
I finally asked him this question. He feared for my safety, he feared I would turn into a monster of the underworld but this is not it. I saw the look on his face when he saw me holding a gun for the first time, he had an undecipherable expression on his face and that showed a fear I couldn’t name. I tried to get it out of him but he can be very tight-lipped. Today, I finally mustered up the courage to ask him about his darkest fear. His hands were still wrapped around me but his breathing pattern has changed, it’s like he was reminiscing something. I caressed his back in hopes of calming him and it worked a little for him to get his composure back. He pulled back from me a little but didn’t break the contact. He picked me up in his arms,
“Let’s go to o
