Fangborne's Packhouses

After a relaxing bath where Damon had tenderly helped me scrub my back and wash my hair, my mind was whirling a mile a minute.

Physically, I felt a lot better. Emotionally though, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster that had taken a few sharp turns while all I had on was a faulty seatbelt. Even after the ride was over, I was still suffering from whiplash. 

Damon was kind and caring and those were adjectives I would have never thought to describe him. 

Did having sex with me change his personality so much? I had heard stories about men being led by their lower halves, but Damon Valentine was sleeping with hordes of women. He wouldn't be so pent-up that sleeping with me would cause such a drastic personality switch.