Nadia's weight of the past two days hit her hard facing the big, arcing front door of Alpha Damien's, her heart weighed down with unspoken words. She fought battles, was abducted and came out on top, but leaving this house was doing the hardest thing she had ever done.
Damien leaned against her, his arms crossed over his chest, his gold eyes brimming with something unspoken—concern, annoyance, maybe even remorse. The sun rose over his angular face, but his eyes were not soft by any means.
"You don't need to do that," Damien replied in his low, even tone, as silky smooth as it was.
Nadia breathed swiftly. "I do." Luna a few feet away from Marcus and Tobias furrowed her brow. "It isn't safe outside, Nadia. We don't know how many of Malcolm's men are still hiding out."
"I know that, but I
