Damien’s POV
I dragged Amelia all the way back to the healers’ tent, where I forced everyone else out. Eve had already disappeared, maybe to watch the fight, but others were still lingering. With the bite in my voice, they didn’t stick around for very long.
When Amelia and I were finally alone, I tried my best to stay very calm. Yet, when I turned to face her, what serenity I had been attempting to develop flew straight out the window.
“What the hell were you thinking?” I demanded.
She stuck her chin up defiantly. “I was thinking I would prove myself, and I did. I won.”
Gods, I didn’t know if I wanted to scold her or kiss her.
“You pulled me away before I could get my award,” she said.
“This is more important,” I said, a growl entering my voice.
She had been here the entire time,
