Damon’s POV
The afternoon sun slanted through the windows as I finished my last set of stretches. My muscles ached in the best way, proof that the hours of therapy with Winter were starting to pay off. “You’re getting stronger,” she said, handing me a towel. I wiped the sweat from my face, glancing at her. “Starting to feel like my old self again.”
Winter smiled, her expression softer than usual. “Good. That’s the goal.” Her words should have been encouraging, but something about the way she said them made me pause. It wasn’t the usual confidence in her voice—it was something quieter, almost hesitant. “Is everything okay?” I asked. She looked surprised, then shook her head quickly. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” I didn’t press her, but the lingering tension in her eyes stayed wit
