Hanna's POV
Damien's eyes darkened with unmistakable anger, "I love you. What that son of a b***h did doesn't matter. You are still my mate and wife. What kind of husband would I be if I didn't stand by you? Do you think so lowly of me and my love Hanna?"
I shook my head. "No. No. I just... I feel filthy." There. I said it and a dam burst open. I sobbed into his chest. All the pent up anger and sorrow came out in that one moment of weakness.
"You aren't filthy baby," Damien whispered, "You are pure. Body, soul and heart. And you are mine. I don't find you anything but the beautifully strong girl I mated and married."
I lifted my head and looked at him dubiously. "Really?"
His eyes showed me his sincerity. "Really."
"What now?" I whispered. "Do you still want my body?"
