Damon.
I’d been restless for hours. There was something about that forest scent on Willow’s skin that hadn’t left my head. I caught it the second she stepped out of the trees something strange like earth and smoke and something else I couldn’t name.
My instincts had sharpened immediately and gone quiet the way they do before a hunt. Not in a violent way but more focused and centered. Like everything around me dimmed and only they were left.
He hadn’t looked guilty and not exactly. But I knew that look shoulders stiff, chin high, defiant in that quiet and stupid way people get when they’ve got something to protect. I didn’t press then not because I couldn’t.
I could do anything I damn please. I was afraid I might say something I couldn’t take back. Or worse show something I couldn’t h
