Damien’s POV
On the next appointment day, I was feeling some anxiety. When I’d shown up last time, after the battle, I had felt like we might have been bonding. She had so gently cleaned my face and inspected my wounds, just as any good mate would have done.
But then she had sent me on my way.
No, I was being too kind on myself by saying that. There was no sense in sugar-coating it. She had basically thrown me out.
And now, I was going back, and I wasn’t sure that even my newly wrapped gift would ease the mood this time. It was entirely possible that she would simply ask not to see me.
I couldn’t make assumptions though, and I certainly couldn’t just ignore her. With this gift, I was determined to try to smooth things over again.
We’d made so much progress...
She had been so worried
