Chapter 140

Damon

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting long streaks of gold across the bed. She was still asleep, curled into my chest, her cheek resting just above my heart. I didn’t move, couldn’t move, because this, right here, was the only place that made sense anymore.

Because I knew that outside this bedroom was chaos, complete chaos that I could not explain, that I did not want to talk about, that I knew was going to tear her apart. She was going to be broken. And I knew that I did not have the right words to explain to her what I just learned about everything that I learned.

My arm was wrapped around her waist, my fingers slowly tracing lazy circles over the mark I left on her neck. My mark. Our bond had deepened, locked, and become something I no longer had control over. Not that I wanted to. She was mine now. Fully. In every way that counted. And I knew that I was hers, and I wanted her to always know that I was hers. This was not so