I was mad at myself for needing this comfort so much. I had wanted to prove to him that I was capable, that I could handle any situation as a Luna should, yet this encounter had left me shaken inside and out.
“Damien,” I whispered, hoping he could understand my inner fear just from the weight I put on his name.
He seemed to. With his arm around my shoulder, he led me away from the main of the group, to the walls of the banquet hall where there were several different sitting rooms attached. He found one that had been deemed just for us, our own personal escape if we ever needed it.
Entering the room, Damien asked the servants present to vacate, and then, when we were alone, closed and locked the door behind us.
He turned back to me, and held me once more.
I buried my face in his chest
