K I A R A
The drive to the safe house was silent. I couldn't stop my hands from trembling in my lap. My grandmother was safe.
Everything I had feared didn’t happen. He didn't get to her. Damon got to her first. For me. The same girl whose father killed his mate.
I didn’t deserve his kindness, yet he went out of his way to help me. I couldn’t understand why. But for now, I wouldn't question it.
I risked a glance at Damon. He was focused on the road, his jaw clenched. He could feel my gaze on him because he looked at me briefly.
"You're shaking," he said, his voice soft.
"I'm... I'm just overwhelmed," I admitted. "I keep expecting something to go wrong. For this to be a dream."
"It's not a dream," he said, taking one of my hands in his. "She's safe, Kiara. We did it. You did it. You w
