– Damon –
I cleaned the mucus from my wife's eyes and applied the eye drops gently. I hope she'll be able to see me soon.
She drifted off fast after that. I stayed, just watching her sleep. I couldn't sleep.
My sweet, innocent wife… is the fucking Queen of the Underworld.
When she said she ran the underworld, I didn't expect that. But now I know—she's the White Queen they all whisper about. My wife. Mine.
I am so fucking lucky.
I got up and headed downstairs for a drink. But what I found stopped me in my tracks—Damien, casually eating while Wally served him whatever carbs he requested.
"Thank you, man. Your food's honestly the best I've had," Damien said mid-chew.
"You are most welcome, Damien," Wally replied smoothly.
They talk casually now?