After two solid weeks of waking up in Damen's bed, wrapped in Damen's arms, you'd think I'd have grown used to it by now. But nope. Not even close. Though I could get used to it. I'd like to get used to it.

Trust me, you can't play the game if you don't know the rules. And if you don't know the rules, someone's bound to get hurt.

No: What the heck happened? Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?

Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.

Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over

I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.