Kalilah POV
I sat outside on the back training deck, cross-legged on the floorboards, fingers trailing along the worn wood grain. I could smell the faint sweetness of the pine trees surrounding the compound, the fire pit’s lingering smoke, and Damon’s cologne in the breeze.
He was near.
“You’re quiet tonight,” he said gently.
Damon and I had been talking more and more. But it was more than talking.
The two of us share kisses, affection, and just enjoy each other’s presence. It was never something I imagined for myself, yet here I was.
Our bond was growing.
It was frightening at first. I wasn’t sure how to wrap my mind around it, my fear getting the best of me.
I didn’t see the way he looked at me, not with my eyes anyway—but I felt it. In the way his hand would brush against mine w
