Damian
I sniffed softly and watched as she took slow, measured steps forward, each one deliberate, each one careful, like the kind taken by someone who had no idea what lay ahead, yet had no choice but to keep moving.
I turned my gaze away, forcing myself to look at the guards, at anything else, as everyone had already gathered and now stood waiting for her arrival. A part of me had wanted to lash out, to get irritated over the delay, because I was never one to tolerate lateness of any kind. The guards should have reached her chambers early enough. Everything should have gone as planned.
But then… Why was there no anger?
Why did no irritation rise within me?
Instead, my eyes stayed fixed, unblinking, unrelenting, on her.
…My mate.
Aaron stirred with a groan in my chest.
He was also
