Amelia’s POV
In my dream state though, these questions were not at the forefront of my thoughts and easily cast aside so that I could live in the joy of this moment.
Damien reached out, catching a stray hair of mine and tucking it behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my cheek. Impulsively, I leaned into his touch.
“Have you given any thought to my proposal?” he asked.
I heard my own voice reply, “The one where you asked me to run away with you to the werewolf realm? What would I even do there? I don’t know the first thing about werewolves.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Damien said. “But we’ll be together. Isn’t that enough?”
“It’s a risk,” I said.
“It’s love, Amelia. Give me the chance, and I will take care of you the rest of your life…”
I blinked open my eyes and sat upright in bed.
