~DAMON~
It’s been two days since the incident, and Maddox has found a new hobby - watching Laia.
We watch how her silver eyes spark when Dr. Bastien finally discharges her, armed with medication and a list of strict recommendations. Maddox barely hears any of it. His attention never leaves her. He watches the way a faint blush creeps up her cheeks when she’s shy, the way her face tightens into a frown whenever something I say makes her uncomfortable.
I keep telling him to calm down.
But it’s too late for that. This is a full-time job now: juggling pack work while still carving out time to see her.
“Are you going to feed me again?” she asks with her lunch in front of her.
I nod.
She shakes her head. “Hell no, Damon. I’ll feed myself, however I can.”
She cuts me off before I can arg
