Damien pov
I let out a slow breath as Neimad settled inside me once more.
"No" I said softly, my eyes dropping to her. "But I wanted to."
Serafine turned to me, her face composed, but I knew that she was still scared. Well, I am also a little scared that she may understand just how near I have been to losing it.
She does not say a word but just shifts closer to me, warmth bracing me from an angle I did not realize I needed.
The softness of her hand brushes mine, yet is strong in its grasp.
I tugged her closer to me, my hold on her tight. I have no idea how I would have stopped without her.
But for now, Silas is gone.
This fight is over, but it's far from being the end.
He'll be back, and next time, I might not be in a position to hold back.
She leans into me now, her head again
