Damon looked at his adorably wet and naked mate in the shower, and he would pounce on her if not for her dejected expression that told him she needed comforting.
He gently brushed soaking hair from her cheek that was stuck there.
"If you give in to your impatience, they win," Damon said.
Talia knew that Damon was right. Impatience could lead to failure. "I know. It's just… if not for Lulu, this evening would be a complete flop." She pressed her forehead on his chest. "I'm guilty of pushing Lulu away even though I said she doesn't need to take the blood oath. Lulu is one of our people. She is one of MY people, yet I acted per unfounded prejudice."
Damon wrapped his arms around Talia.
"The fact that she helped tonight doesn't mean she is not…"
"Stop," Talia interrupted him. "Don't say it. If you don't trust her, she wouldn't be my guard."
