Damien came down the stairs slowly, his hand gripping the railing for support. Each step sent a dull ache through his side, but he kept his face neutral. He'd learned a long time ago how to hide pain.
When he reached the living room, he stopped, his eyes landing on May curled up on the couch. The blanket was draped over her shoulders, and her face was peaceful, relaxed in a way he hadn't seen in hours. Georgia sat on the other end of the couch, her phone in her hand, her expression distant.
Damien walked closer, his steps quiet against the hardwood floor. "How long has she been out?"
Georgia looked up, blinking like she'd been pulled from somewhere far away. "Oh. About ten minutes. She just... passed out."
Damien's jaw tightened. He stared at May for a long moment, his chest feeling he
