Realization

It was her. His angel who had been flying through his thoughts the weeks since his accident. The woman was none other than the human marketing manager that the King was thinking of bringing into the Dragon Kingdom. How was that possible? The highway he had been driving on his motorcycle had been in the Kingdom. Had a woman slipped through their defensives? Why?

All these questions began to circulate through his mind. He could not help but feel a pull towards her as well. She had all but saved his life that night by stopping. The image of her had brought him back when all he had wanted was to let go and join his grandmother. 

Her image had given him a reason to live. Although he could not tell her that. He could tell through her aura that she was pure. She was not tainted as he was by his past. The questioned still lingered of what she had been doing on that highway. However, now was not the time to ask those questions. 

Instead, he stood there and stared at her like a jackass. Or an invalid. She probably assumed that he had an impairment. Damascus berated himself as he followed Gabriel through the crowd once more. Gabriel went to the table that they had originally started at. 

"Are you going to tell me what that was about?" Gabriel asked as soon as they were out of earshot from others. Damascus was not going to pretend to not know what the King was referring to. 

"After my accident she came upon me on the side of the highway," Damascus said. He left out the part about saving his life. Instead, he let the first piece of information sink in for Gabriel. Damascus wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit to the rest of it. 

Gabriel's eyes widened in shock. Then questioning eyes followed as he seemed to have the same question as Damascus of why a human woman was traveling a Dragon highway late in the night. "We will get some answers tomorrow at our meeting. I will need to know a few things before deciding to bring her into the Kingdom," Gabriel said more to himself than to Damascus. 

After a few silent moments, Gabriel turned back to Damascus, "Was there anything else in that exchange that I should be aware of?" Leave it to Gabriel to pull unwanted information from Damascus. Damascus let out a long sign before dropping his elbows on the table. He looked down at the white cloth and debated on lying. 

"She saved me," he said in a whisper. 

"How do you mean? I thought Ebony, Jax, Cain and Bruce brought you to the hospital?" Gabriel asked. 

"She found me first. She brought me back to Earth. Her voice," Damascus said and sat up a little straighter. Now that Gabriel knew the truth, he knew that the King would have more questions. 

"Back to Earth? You were going to leave me?" Gabriel asked. 

"I could see my grandmother calling me," Damascus admitted. 

"But that woman's voice brought you back?" Gabriel asked. But it was more of a statement. Damascus only nodded. "Then I guess I owe her my gratitude for making my friend realize that it is not yet his time," Gabriel said in all seriousness. 

"Please let it alone. Find out why she was on the highway but do not bring up her saving me. It sounds ridiculous even to me," Damascus hated showing weakness. Especially the environment that they were in. 

"I will not tell a soul," Gabriel said as he buttoned his lips and threw away the key. Damascus only grunted and shoved at Gabriel's shoulder. Damascus did feel better knowing that Gabriel knew the whole truth of that night now. Although he did feel forced into admitting it. Gabriel always had a way of pulling every truth from him. 

It was due to the fact that Gabriel is the only one, besides his grandmother, who had been there for him. Gabriel had never expected anything in return and Damascus knew that his friendship was genuine. 

Damascus's gaze was drawn back to the double doors that led to the kitchens. He had yet to see Amara reappear after their introduction. He wondered if she had been as affected by it as he was. Although he would not admit it to her. He also could not stop the pull to go and find her either. 

It was as if his soul was calling to her and waiting for an answer. But how could that be? Dragons did not have mates. Damascus also did not want a partner to tie him down when he still had a number of years as Gabriel's second in command. 

As if in answer, he saw a bright red dress flash across the dance floor. Amara was headed to the main stage. She got the crowd’s attention and began to rattle off about the banquet and thank those who contributed and had given donations. 

Damascus was not paying attention to her words so much as he was admiring her appearance. The red dress conformed to her figure perfectly. Extenuating all of her in a positive way. Although Damascus admitted to himself, she could wear a garbage bag, and he would still think her the most beautiful woman in the room. 

As Damascus watched her, her gaze suddenly snapped to him. As if she could find him in a crowd no problem. Damascus sat up straight and held her gaze. Amara's cheeks began to turn a lovely shade of pink and Damascus wondered what had gone through her head to warrant that type of reaction. He could feel his own reaction as the seam in his pants began to grow tighter. 

Damascus shifted uncomfortably and tried to adjust himself. Never had he reacted to a woman in such a way. He wondered what kind of power Amara had over him. Whatever it was, it was strong.