Amelia’s POV
I woke up the next morning still on the couch. I’d tried to stay awake, waiting for Damien to come home. That I was still on the couch likely meant that he never arrived. Surely, he would have wakened me or carried me to bed rather than leave me sleeping here.
Ug, I had such a creak in my neck. As I stood, I stretched my neck back and forth, trying to work out the kinks.
If Damien never came home, then he must have been out all night, likely continuing on with his hunt. I hoped he was okay. Things must have been bleak for him to not even want to rest.
In addition to the worry I felt for him, I was also filled with annoyance and upset all of my own. I hated feeling this helpless. I wanted to do more than just sit here out of the way, but Damien wouldn’t accept my help. Wha
