CHAPTER 10COURTESY
DAMON
When I woke, she was gone. My first, unconcerned thought was that she’d gone to the bathroom. But the bathroom doorway was open and dark. I realized what had woken me; the deep cold gut-wrench that said my Lumi needed me.
I left the bedroom so fast that half the covers came with me, but before I could work myself into a proper panic, I found her in the kitchen, nightgown tucked into a pair of jeans, up to the elbows in a sink of suds.
“Naomi!”
“Ack!” She flung her hands up, spattering me with suds, then clapped a soapy hand to her chest, gasping. “Don’t do that! Oh, crap, my nightgown.” She turned away to grab a paper towel, but it was too late. I had seen her face—damp, red, puffy. So I hadn’t imagined the Call.
“I’ve got to teach you how to control that,” I
