Chapter 62.

After I had showered earlier I reapplied makeup to the mark but as I began to sweat and Damien's hand rubbed against the area, I was worried that it would get smudged.

I tried to stand as still as possible and to calm myself so that the sweating stopped.

Damien's fingers were so tangled in my hair that it felt like my scalp was being torn from my skull.

I tried thinking about something calm but nothing in my life was calm right now. Everyone I knew was either in danger, locked up, or repressed.

Something free and calm, what the hell could I think about?

Rascal, it hit me, my horse was still free. He was waiting for me, that ride we’d had together with Meredith when he just ran and I bounced on his back. My hair flowed in the wind and the wind graced my skin.

He was my calm, my freedom, thinking about him helped control my nerves.

The pain eased up a bit and I stopped sweating which was the important part.

Thanks, buddy.

Damien's thumb dragged over my lips and I held his gaz