Amelia’s POV
I had been sitting down when Jake told me the news, but now I was pacing. Wringing my hands together, I couldn’t relax. An itch had crawled up my spine and made a home there, never allowing me to feel comfort.
How could I feel anything but tension knowing Damien was out there fighting fang and claw? Getting hurt? Hurting others? Potentially dying?
“I shouldn’t have told you,” Jake said. He shook his head. “I didn’t want you to worry. But it’s like a compulsion with you sometimes. I don’t have it in me to lie.”
“I want the truth,” I said. “I’d rather know.”
While the bliss of ignorance might have been fine for a while, eventually, when I would have found out anyway, I would have been torn apart for having gone so long without knowing.
“Damien is tough,” Jake said. “These
