Damon looked at the little woman in his arms and smiled sadly while suppressing the pinch in the back of his throat. He won't cry, not now when she was looking at him.
Damon was happy Talia was by his side, but the guilt was eating him alive.
During their time apart, Damon felt the emptiness as his instincts screamed that something was wrong, yet he couldn't figure out what it was. He thought he was losing his mind, and somehow, he was confident it was her fault; why else would she confine him in that cave? He was such an idiot.
It was just over a day for him, and so much longer for her. Damon couldn't imagine how Talia felt after he pushed her away and left without acknowledging her for who she was. His mate, his other half, someone to whom he belonged, yet he acted with hostility.
