Damon’s POV
I buttoned the last of my court tunic as Ara sat quietly on the edge of the bed, watching me. She hadn’t said much since Sailas left the throne room with that hollow, distant look in his eyes.
She didn’t sleep well last night, neither did I. My mind paced back and forth to the Seraphina I knew throughout my childhood and the person I saw yesterday at court. Were they really the same person? I sighed.
“You’re still thinking about him,” I said gently.
“He lost everything in one night,” she nodded faintly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her lips trembled as she continued, “and he nearly died trying to keep me alive. He looked so broken for a moment, still managed a smile when we talked. Even ask about me and my pup! I just… I wish I could do more for him.”
I crossed the r
