Damian's POV
I moved to stand—too fast—and pain lanced through my back where the wounds were still healing. My jaw clenched, but before I could fully rise, Rick was there, offering a hand.
I didn't need it.
But then she was crossing the room, her footsteps quick and purposeful, and suddenly she was right there, settling onto the sofa beside me.
"Don't move," she said firmly, her hand pressing gently against my shoulder. "You'll tear your stitches."
Her scent hit me all at once,my wolf surged forward, desperate to touch her, to confirm she was real and here and *safe.*
I shrugged off Rick's hand and reached for her instead, my fingers threading through her hair, cupping the side of her face.
God, I'd missed her.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" I aske
