"What happened downstairs? Why did you not fight back?" His voice carried doubt, mixed with something probing.
I met his eyes, then answered with calm, empty of emotion, "You always said my temper was too strong. That I should be more generous. I gave her the jade ring and the necklace. Isn’t that what you wanted?"
Something unreadable moved in his eyes.
He let go of my chin and pulled me into his arms, holding me close. His scent wrapped around me. Tobacco.
And beneath it, Marisel’s sweet perfume.
The two mixed together, making my stomach twist.
Damon lowered his head, his breath brushing my ear.
"Rayya, I know today was not easy for you. Marisel’s older sister was injured saving my life winters ago. I owe that debt. I have to take care of her."
"As long as you stay obedient and know your place, you will always have a position in the Redclaw Pack. You are still the one who has stayed with me the longest."
It sounded like a promise. But it felt like pity. Like scraps thrown down from above.
And he truly thought I should accept it.
A hurried knock came from the door. Marisel’s soft voice followed.
"Damon, my chest suddenly hurts. Can you come stay with me?"