SOMETHING IS SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH MY DOG OR MYSELF

Damon's P.O.V

I answer honestly. Wilona stares at me, eyes softening before the crinkle, her lips tugging into a smile despite the way she tried to stop it. "You don't seem blind at all but you're also the first blind person I've met so maybe that's it."

"I'm partially blind." She explains, taking the step back making my heart squeeze, my entire body wanting nothing more but to be that close again, even if it was caused by anger. "I can see objects and people enough to get around and if they're close enough, it's easier."

I nod slowly as understanding drapes itself over me. It explained why her reaction to Blaze and the little pieces of our interactions that didn't make sense, like the automatic frown she had when she saw me before it cleared with recognition. 

"Why didn't you tell me before now?" I ask searching those tortured eyes that looked at me with so much hurt I wished to take away and replace with happiness.