Betty's POV. 

I blinked awake to unfamiliar warmth.

The bed beneath me was enormous, draped in dark furs that smelled like pine and something distinctly him. 

My fingers curled into the softness as reality crashed back about last night, claiming the way the bond had wrapped around us both like a living thing.

A soft clink of metal on wood pulled my attention to the left.

Damien stood beside a carved table near the window, early light streaming through and catching the sharp lines of ...