Ara’s POV
I stood by the window, the soft morning light spilling across the stone floor. The events of last night replayed over and over in my mind— each word, each glare, each whisper.
Then, behind me, I felt him before I heard him.
Damon wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. His warmth seeped into my cold skin.
“Eat something,” he whispered.
“Oh… I’m not hungry.” I offered him a small smile, the kind that barely touched my eyes. “You go ahead.”
His arms tightened, just a little.
“Are you still upset about last night?” he asked gently. “I’ll take care of that woman. Don’t overthink it. No one will ever question you again. I swear.”
I caused a havoc in his life and yet here he was, worrying not about the throne, not about reputation… but me.… abo
