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Kiara's POV

We were in bed the following morning when Damien began to question me about what had happened.

I knew that I would eventually have to tell him about it but I was dreading it because Damien was very good at overreacting. And now that he had a good reason to do so I worried for anyone even remotely involved.

"Tell me." He demanded, his eyes on mine.

I licked my lips and looked away slightly before looking back at him.

"Do I have to?"

His features sharpened.

"My mate's life was at risk. Yes. I need the details."

My body tingled at the sound of him calling me his mate. His. I liked it. I liked being called that so much that I wasn't sure if I wanted to entertain the thought of being with someone else much less actually being with them when he was an option.

I had to pick the right mate to live longer than my birthday but what was the use of a long life in it wasn't going to be with him?

Unaware of how far my mind had travelled, Damien continued speaking, trying his best