Damian's POV
I know, I told him.
I watched her walk back to the house. Shoulders slightly curved, holding herself together.
The driver pulled out. I didn't let myself turn to look.
If I turned, I would stop the car. And I couldn't afford to stop the car. Not until I knew — really knew — whether she was reaching for me or for what I represented.
She was extraordinary. I already knew that. But there were other extraordinary women. And I would rather lose her than be wanted only as a means to an end.
The thought of losing her made Storm go still and silent with something that felt like grief.
"She won't give up," he said finally. "She's our mate. She'll come back."
I turned the ring on my finger.
I hoped he was right.
Because if she didn't — I wasn't certain what that would do to me
