Damien’s POV
We hadn’t been happy. We hadn’t even been together. Up until only a short time ago, I had thought Amelia was dead. Or, at least, I hadn’t been sure.
Yet, when she was looking at me with those doe eyes of her, so frightened and vulnerable, I found that I wanted to protect her from everything.
She was already overwhelmed. Learning the full truth would only hurt her further.
“Yes, we are very happy,” I told her. “Our love has grown very strong, and we are still married, of course.”
Amelia nodded then and asked, her voice soft, “Kiss me?”
My heart jumped up into my throat. I hadn’t kissed my mate in over six years. I could no sooner deny this request of hers than I could tear out my own heart.
Taking in a slow breath, I leaned down. She closed her eyes and tilted her head
