And Damon?
He didn’t even flinch.
Tasha’s voice cracked. “What the f**k is going on here?”
Camilla let out a sob, wiping her face with shaking fingers.
“Mum,” the girl said, voice turning breathless. “Why are you crying?”
And then she looked at Damon.
Her dad.
At me.
At the space between us. At the ruined look in my eyes. At the flush in my face.
Her voice dropped into something wild and shaking. “Dad?” she croaked. “what the f**k is happening here!”
And Damon?
He didn’t let go of me. He didn’t even blink. His hand squeezed my waist, his eyes sharp and dark, and his voice came out like a knife sliding through silk.
“This,” Damon said, his voice deep and deliberate, sharp enough to slice open skin. “This girl right here is my mate, Tasha.”
Oh God.
His hand was still wrapped t
