Damon
Damon watched as Renee gritted her chattering teeth. Her skin pebbled into goose flesh, and she stuck her hands between her legs as she huddled on the rock, despite the offer of his jacket.
The goddess must have cursed him by giving the most stubborn woman on Earth to hold one of the crystals. Still, she'd showed such patience and dedication to the boy, Josh, from her story. Pride filled her face when she spoke of him. If only she'd give Damon a measure of the caring.
"You're shivering." He rose and moved slowly toward her, his hands out even though he craved her. "I swear, I won't try anything." Not because he didn't ache to sate the hunger gnawing at him, but he wanted her permission first.