Luna gave him a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She hesitated before she spoke again. "About last night, Damien." She still remembered the sharp pain he'd been in, how he'd tried to hide it from her, and what Lucivar had said.
Damien immediately shook his head, his eyes reassuring. "I promise, I am fine. It was nothing," he said. He ran a hand through his messy hair, looking away for a moment. "All I needed was a good sleep. And that was a damned good one. Because you were here…"
Luna's heart skipped a beat at his words.
"Now eat," he added with a sudden lightness, breaking the moment with the gentle command, but there was an undeniable softness in the way he spoke, as if he were both teasing her and protecting her at the same time.
Luna laughed softly, trying to shake off the lingering tension. "Yes, sir." She gave him a playful wink, the motion coming as naturally as breathing. "But only if you promise to eat too."
