Betty's POV. 

Damien must have seen something in my face because he stepped closer, his hands coming up to frame my face with such tenderness that it made my chest ache.

"Hey," he murmured, tilting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. "Whatever's coming, we'll face it. Just like we faced the council. Just like we've faced everything else."

"I know," I whispered, but my voice wavered. "I just... I feel like we're always bracing for the next crisis. Always preparing for the next ...