Ara's POV
The warmth wrapped around me like a cocoon, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Then I felt the steady rhythm of footsteps beneath me, the firm arms cradling me against a broad chest. My eyes flew open.
Damon!
He carried me effortlessly through the dim halls of the packhouse, his expression unreadable in the low light. His jaw was set, those storm-gray eyes as cold as ever.
"I… I can walk," I mumbled, my throat dry.
To my surprise, he didn’t argue. Just lowered me gently, his hands lingering for a fraction of a second before pulling away.
The warmth of Damon’s arms around me lingered even after he set me down, his scent clinging to my skin like a second layer. I blinked up at him, still groggy from sleep, and my body aching from exhaustion.
"Go, take a showe
