DAMON’S POV
I woke before her, I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept this well. As a matter of fact I don’t think I had ever slept this well in my life and I hated the fact that this was all thanks to her because it was making me face and accept a fact that I hadn’t been ready to.
For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Stone beneath me. Warmth against my chest. The faint scent of jasmine and moonlight. Then it returned, her…now her scent was not only covering the covers but me too. I could smell her on myself, and I instantly knew that so would everyone else. That made me panic, but when I looked at her, she looked so peaceful.
Elodie was curled against me on the floor, one hand resting lightly against my shirt as if she had fallen asleep reaching for something. Her breath
