LOGINIt was a struggle falling asleep, even with the pain meds. But she did manage. Somewhere around the late hours of the morning, however, she was awakened to cold fingers against her cheeks. “Damien?” “Hm. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He wasn’t in a suit, that was an odd sight. Though she guessed no
Liz was in pain. But after all the crap she’d been through, her pain tolerance was much higher. So despite the burning sensations in her limbs, she kept all her whines to herself. Damien was no doubt beating himself up over what had happened; she could see it in the way his eyes refused to meet her
Liz had never thought of Phoenix as attractive. Not properly, anyway. Sure, she had always known he was good-looking in the obvious way—sharp features, an intimidating presence, the kind of face people noticed without meaning to. But in her mind, he’d always existed in one fixed category: the attr
Damien wasn’t any better. He was always working. Always gone. Liz didn’t even know what that work entailed. Meetings, banquets, councils—things he never explained in detail. And when he was around, he did spend time with her. He kissed her, touched her, reassured her in that calm, maddening way of
Liz couldn’t stop searching for Edmund. Well, it wasn’t much of a search since she knew exactly where he was all the time. He never left his room, not since that one time he tried to scare her. Once the realization that Damien had a son had settled in, once she got over her anger for being kept in
At least it meant he was human—more human than she had believed him to be. A much softer man. The next day, Liz found her thoughts drifting back to her stepbrother? Or was it stepson? Considering that she was sleeping with the guy’s dad. Anyway, she’d figure out the proper title later. It was most







