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 something that I wanted her to forget. But how could I just keep things being peaceful when everything around me just seemed to be a mess?
But with that bond came a fear I hadn’t felt in a long time, what if I failed her again? What if I ended up failing her? What if I broke her heart? Broke her soul?
I stared up at the ceiling, mind already racing despite the peace in my arms. Delilah wasn’t gone. Giovanni was still out there. And after what Ethan and Carter told me…
There were too many unknowns. Too many shadows creeping into our lives.
Too many conspiracies that I did not know about. So much darkness in the past that I did not understand everything. Just found a way to make a mess. And it was one that I did not know how to deal with.
Sienna stirred gently, her fingers flexing against my chest. I turned my head to see her blinking up at me with that half-asleep look she always wore after waking from a deep sleep. Her lashes heavy. Her lips slightly parted. And gods, if she didn’t make me want to forget everything else in the world.
“Good morning,” I murmured, brushing her hair away from her face.
She gave me a sleepy smile, one that tugged at something in my chest. “You’re still here. I thought that you would be up and ready for work. Believe that I slept in already.”
“I’ll always be here,” I said, and meant every damn word. “It is not like I have to be at the office. I just heard some time. You seem to forget that I own the company.”
She leaned up and pressed her lips to my jaw, her arms sliding around my waist. “You seem… tense. You have been since last night.”
Because I was. And I hadn’t been able to hide it well enough. Or maybe even if I was, she knew now how to read me more carefully and our bond makes it harder for me to hide things from her.
She looked up at me again, more awake now. “Something’s wrong. I can sense it. I can see it in your eyes.
”
I watched her slip into her robe, walking barefoot across the room to check on Isla in her crib, I found myself wondering what kind of man I’d become without her. Wondering how it had survived throughout all these years without her with me. How I turned into something that I never wanted to be, a monster that I shouldn’t have allowed myself to become.
But not this man, the one who would burn the world down before letting anyone take her from him. The one who would do anything in his power just to see her smile.
I pulled on my pants, brushing a kiss across Isla’s forehead as I joined her. Sienna looked up at me and smiled, the light hitting the bite mark I’d left on her neck just right.
Mine.
And I was going to make damn sure the world remembered that. I run my finger over the mark. She flinched but quickly leaned into my touch. I smiled and kissed her cheek letting my lips linger there.
“Let’s get ready,” I said, brushing a hand down her back. “We’ve got work to do. I believe that Mom is going to be the one to take care of Isla for the day.”
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