~Damon~
She was on the floor and she was bleeding. Her small hands were pressed against her stomach like she could hold life itself inside her bare palms, but the blood was still coming and it painted her skin and it painted the floor and it painted my soul with fire. My kitten. My girl. My mate. My obsession.
She was broken and crying and still she was looking at me like I was salvation, like I was the answer to prayers she had screamed until her throat gave out.
And seeing her like that did not just hurt me, it killed me. It killed me in ways even the dirt in my chest and the knives in my lungs could never kill me. I wanted to fall to my knees.
I wanted to gather her against me and swear she would never hurt again. I wanted to kiss every tear from her face and whisper a thousand t
