Winter’s POV
The morning light creeps through the curtains, the soft glow of daylight seeping into the room, but it does nothing to chase away the heaviness sitting on my chest. I’ve barely slept, my mind running through everything that Damon said last night.
“I need you.”
I can still hear his voice, thick with emotion, and it twists something inside me. He’s not the same Damon I met all those months ago—the guy I thought was all about fun, no strings attached. No, now he’s different. There’s a weight to him, a vulnerability I can’t ignore. And I hate that it’s only now, after everything, that I’m starting to feel like I might care.
I glance over at Kai, still asleep in his little bed, his small form curled up under the covers. I don’t want to wake him up just yet, not when he’s so pea
