SLOANE
Seeing Damon should have made me worried sick. I had spent half the morning panicking about him, calling his name in my sleep according to Cade, waking up with my heart in my throat.
But the second he walked through that door and his eyes found mine, worry was not the thing that took over. Something else did, something warm and urgent and entirely inconvenient, and I pressed my thighs together under the covers and told myself to behave.
It didn't help. He smelled incredible, that deep cedar and smoke scent that was entirely his, but underneath it was something else, something warm and familiar that made my pulse jump before I could identify it.
Rika's scent.
It was faint and woven into Damon's skin like they had been in the same space for hours and my body responded to the com
