DAMIEN’S POV

I turned to her, reaching out slowly, fingers brushing the air between us. “Rose…”

She flinched away like my touch burned, sliding as far across the leather seat as she could get, pressing her back against the opposite window. Her arms folded tight over her chest, knees drawn up, red satin dress still rumpled from what we’d just done. Her dark curls were wild around her face, lips swollen from my kisses, but her eyes—God, those eyes were fixed on the city lights outside, refusing to look at me.

It felt like a knife in my gut.

My mate was hurting, and she was pulling away from me....