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“Damien! Oh my God! I had the worst fucking dream ever!” I threw myself into his arms. That’s when I realized we were sandwiched on the bed in the infirmary.

My heart was pounding, and I stared into Damien’s steel-gray eyes. “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” I whispered, my voice cracking at the end.

Solemnly, he shook his head.

Tears welled and my throat clogged.

He cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. He looked so sad, it was breaking my heart.

“Your mom,” I brokenly breathed. “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head again. “She wasn’t my mom.”

“What?” I was so confused.

He quietly explained everything that had happened before I showed up. Through it all, my disbelief knew no bounds. I was stunned.

“So this was a hundred and some year long vendetta?”

“Yeah.”

“And she was never your mother?”

“No.”

“Damien, I don’t even know what to say.” I rested my hand on his stubbled cheek. He turned his head to press a kiss to my palm.

“There’s nothing to say. Everything I thought about myself all my life was nothing but a lie. I was nothing but a pawn. The positive side to all of this is that she wasn’t actually my mother—that would’ve been worse.” He closed his eyes and when he opened them, I nearly got lost in them.

My beautiful, broken boy. “Damien, I will love you until the end of our days.”

“You’re all I need. Séamus will still pop in and out of our lives, but it’s me and you. Well, and your family now that we found them.”

“My family! Oh my God, I’m supposed to cook breakfast for them! What time is it?” I tried to jump out of the small bed with the sheet around me, but he was on top of half of it.

“Shh, it’s only five in the morning. They won’t be here until around eight-thirty. We can go to my room for a while, if you want.”

I let out a relieved sigh. “That would be nice. This bed kinda sucks.”

He softly chuckled. “Yeah, it does.”

Once he was on his feet, he wouldn’t let me walk. He carried me, wrapped in the sheet, down the dark and quiet hall and into his room. “You wanna take a quick shower?”

“That sounds heavenly. I ache everywhere.”

“That’s because Angel could only heal so much. He was exhausted so you’re still a bit bruised up. Séamus feels terrible that he wasn’t able to take care of you. He was finally feeling closer to himself a couple of hours ago. He fixed me up since Angel was spent. He said he’d come back later for you, but he needed to take care of something.”

“Is that weird to you?”

“What?”

“A demon feeling bad about anything?”

The corner of his mouth kicked up. “A little.”

I dropped the sheet to the floor and helped him undress. My hands smoothed over his unblemished skin. “That’s so bizarre,” I murmured.

“Tell me about it.”

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