I spent most of the evening pacing.
Back and forth. Back and forth. It got to the point where even the floorboard under my feet started to feel warm from how many steps I had taken. My brain wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to sit down. I kept replaying Damien’s voice in my head.
“Be careful at night,” he said with worry in his eyes. A genuine kind of worry.
He didn’t say it lightly. He didn’t throw it out the same way he threw out his usual teasing comments or smart remarks. No smirk. No jokes. No unnecessary Alpha ego.
Just a firm, protective warning.
The tone was the part that bothered me. It sat in my head like a weight I couldn’t move.
At first, I tried brushing it off. Damien had a way of making everything sound dramatic. If he said the cafeteria ran out of ketchup, he would
