Flic POV
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Looking at the Alpha across from her, Flic tried to read him. His form was tense, sitting like a statue as his eyes looked out over the training fields in front of the bakery. His expression was far away, his thoughts stealing his attention as she watched him. Damon was quieter than usual, and she couldn’t help but see the difference in him from a couple of weeks ago. Even before the situation with Beth, there were only flashes of moments where he was truly relaxed with her, and it was always when they were alone. The rest of the time, he stood tall, shoulders broad, holding the weight of his title. Now, he was slumped, laying his fears bare, and opening up to her.
I was scared.
That’s what he had said to her yesterday. The words had stayed with her, echoing in her mind
