Chapter 12.

Damian’s POV.

Damian’s big plan for Sunday was to sleep late, eat an enormous breakfast in bed, and spend a couple of hours training with Alex.

The plane broke apart when he found himself awake and restless just after sunrise. Whenever he tried to drift back to sleep, he started to think of her. That was more irritating than getting up.

There was no reason for Allison to be on his mind.

The image of how breathtaking she looked when she came out of the room yesterday was still vivid in his memory. The wolf purred at the sight of her.

The shimmering willow stem in white silk was nothing like the spindly little girl he remembered. Her hair was spun gold and curved sleekly around a face that might have been carved from ivory. Her eyes were a soft and misty green. He knew it was going to be a long evening.

The way she got jealous and acted possessive of him when Layna came and how she shivered when I hand brushed the skin of her back. The way her lips were so pumped and tempting that I alm