Forty

Damien watched Aria hurriedly walk away from him. The memories of the kisses they shared came rushing back into his mind.

He remembered the heat from her lips when he kissed her. He remembered the softness of her lips. He remembered the sweetness of her lips against his. The memory was vivid in his mind. It was only normal since it had just happened now.

He could hear Aria's heartbeat has it thumped hard against her chest. He could sense the mixture of emotions that she was feeling.

If it had only been up to him, then he would have not let her leave his side. He would have held on to her and kept her safe in his arms. That was the only place that she was the safest.

He wanted to find her and tell her that she was going to be fine. That she was okay. There was nothing to be afraid of.

There was nothing to be ashamed of. After all, she was his mate, whether she had acknowledged it or not. He knew she was his and no one was going to take her away from him.

He got on his feet and put his