Aria's POV
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I heard was a slow, steady, and familiar heartbeat.
It was Damon's. I blinked several times, trying to focus. He was sitting beside my bed at the camp, his head resting against the back of the chair. His eyes were closed, but I knew he wasn't asleep. His wolf was too alert.
He's been watching us. Lydia sounded calm.
I frowned. "Damon."
His head snapped up so fast the chair scraped. Relief crashed across his face, raw and unguarded.
“Aria.” He leaned in, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath shaky. “You’re awake. Thank the goddess.”
I closed my eyes. "How long was I asleep?"
He hesitated. "You have been asleep for three days."
My eyes flew open. "Three days?"
I tried to sit up. Pain flared along my ribs and the half-healed bite
