~Damon~

She was on the floor and she was bleeding. Her small hands were pressed against her stomach like she could hold life itself inside her bare palms, but the blood was still coming and it painted her skin and it painted the floor and it painted my soul with fire. My kitten. My girl. My mate. My obsession.

She was broken and crying and still she was looking at me like I was salvation, like I was the answer to prayers she had screamed until her throat gave out.

And seeing ...