He kissed me deeply, then turned and carried me toward the bed. Dropping us down onto it, he brought us over the edge one more time.
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up again, Damien was gently wiping me down with a warm washcloth.
“You were so good for me,” he said, when he saw I was awake.
I might have been a wolf but in that moment, I purred like a kitten.
As my eyes slipped closed again, I felt so contented. Damien and I felt closer in this moment than maybe we had ever felt.
Maybe there was hope for us after all.
Ruth’s POV
As I helped Sienna, Claire, and Ian select the clothes most suitable to help them pass as servants, I immediately saw a big problem with this group. I could dress up these ever-wealthy people in humble clothes, but I couldn’t make them act the p
