Persephone's POV.
"How was the march?" I inquire from Damien as we lay under the covers, eyes pinned to each other and both our heads on the same pillow. My eyes are on the same level with his chest so I have to look up to meet his eyes.
After my bath, Damien had quickly arranged something for me to eat then we went to bed. He had cleaned and covered up my cuts but I still did not let him go near my ankle. He kept insisting that it would hurt like a b***h later but I didn't let up, not at all in the mood to feel any pain tonight. So after a few minutes of my whiny opposition to him treating my leg, he finally gave up, acceding to my plea and coming to bed with me.
"Nothing out of the ordinary..." He vaguely responded, not looking into my eyes. I can tell he is keeping the details be
