Leena's POV
I looked at the figure positioned in the entrance, as though summoned from a nightmare. Damon. The sole individual I believed I had laid to rest in my history. The man who once vowed to be mine forever vanished like smoke precisely when I needed him the most.
And now, there he stood, bursting into my hospital room, his voice resonating like a battle cry. "She is my spouse," he had stated. My heart was uncertain whether to beat with anger or optimism.
Zack stood next to me, paralyzed, the same astonishment distorting his features that I was certain distorted mine. Damon’s gaze remained fixed on me. That intense gaze I recalled vividly, the sort that consistently made me feel like I was simultaneously the most cherished and most perilous aspect of his existence.
"You don't
