Chapter Thirty one

A soft chuckle escaped my lips, the sound barely a whisper in the dimly lit room. "You need more rest, Damian," I said, my voice gentle as I nudged him towards the bed.

He turned to me, his grey eyes filled with a concern that sent a shiver down my spine. "Annie," he rasped, his voice rough. "You risked your life for me." He paused, taking a ragged breath, then continued, "I'm...so..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I found myself cutting him off. "You don't have to thank me," I blurted, the words tumbling out faster than I could control them. "I would have done it for anyone."

His worried expression morphed into something different, something that made my heart skip a beat. A flicker of something akin to jealousy crossed his features. "Anyone, really?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me.