The Hunt For Lycan Queen
“I thought if I stayed still long enough, the moonflowers would bloom just for me.”
Damon’s expression shifted—something soft, unguarded, in a way I hadn’t seen before. He just listened.
“They always bloomed for her,” I added. “Never for me.”
“They’re blooming now,” he said.
And when I looked around, they were. Every petal opened wide in the warmth of the greenhouse. Blooming just for us.
Damon moved first, slowly, like he was afraid to frighten me. Like I was in slow motion, I placed my palm in his. His hand dwarfed mine.
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