Raven stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around her like a second skin as she walked into the bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue over the room, and her damp hair clung to her shoulders. Dressed in nothing but one of Damien’s black t-shirts that barely reached mid-thigh, she made her way to the bed.
Damien was propped up against the headboard, his body still heavy with exhaustion. His dark eyes found hers immediately, the intensity in them undimmed despite his weariness. He looked better, no longer wracked with pain, but there was a shadow of fatigue clinging to him, the kind that sleep alone couldn’t fix.
She sat beside him, reaching out to brush her fingers over his arm. "Are you feeling any better?"
"I'm not in pain anymore," he admitted, his voice lo
