Damien woke up in the middle of the night, the cold air making him shiver and his mate’s scent on his skin. His eyes fluttered open. His mate was beside him, sound asleep, her breathing steady. He listened further, and he could hear the sound of their unborn child. He smiled, his focus on his mate again. Her lashes lay perfectly on her cheekbones, and her hair fell down her back in luxurious waves, with a few errant strands covering half her face. Damien tucked her hair behind her ear, and she shivered.
“She is cold,” Daryl growled in his head, which made Damien smile even more.
“She’s beautiful,” he replied as he got up from the stool, he’d fallen asleep on. “Goddess, she beautiful.” He told Daryl again.
“I know, now get her to bed. She’s cold.” Damien chuckled and took Casey into his
