Damon’s POV
I could feel it—the walls Winter had carefully built around herself. Every time I got close, she retreated, almost like she was afraid to let me in. But I wasn’t giving up. I couldn’t.
I knew she was hiding something. And whatever it was, it was consuming her.
After Winter left, I sat in silence for a while, the weight of her words still pressing on my chest. She was scared. I could see that. But it wasn’t just the threats she was dealing with—it was something deeper, something buried.
I couldn’t leave it at that. I had to know what she was hiding.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much she’d shut me out. And that hurt. She was so used to handling things on her own, but that wasn’t something I could stand by and watch.
I had to make her see that she was
