Chapter One Hundred and Sixty One

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE

When I blink, I don’t see it anymore.

It’s odd.

But I’m quick to return my attention to Damien.

When I release him, he steps back but despite his stoic expression, I know he’s hurting inside. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that.

He sits down on the bank and I follow suit, “You okay?”

Picking up a stone, Damien tosses it in the water and I watch it skip over the surface of the water, a long way, before finally coming to a stop.

“When you’ve lived this long, little wolf, you learn to compartmentalize your grief and your guilt. And so many thousands of years often lead to an uncountable number of regrets.”

“Damien-”

He cocks his head, shooting me a quick smile which does nothing to hide the emptiness in his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that.”

I study his profile as this time he summons another rock in his hand, having seemingly forgotten whatever his purpose was in bringing me to this bayou.

“Can I ask you something?”