Elena’s POV

I regained consciousness a few hours later.

I was in someone’s arms, but the scent was too familiar for me to acknowledge.

When I pried my eyes open, my heart lurched.

Damien knelt beside me.

Blood stained his shirt in wide, ugly smears—my blood. I had expected him to rage, to curse, to let his Alpha temper tear through the room.

Instead, he said nothing.

Strange.

His jaw was tight, his eyes dark, but he removed his shirt with slow, controlled movements, tossing the ...