Lyla’s POV

My eyes slightly opened as I felt a light kiss on my shoulder. Unconsciously, I moaned as it doubled, tripled until I lost count. I turned to face Damon staring at me deeply.

I’d slept off in his arms as soon as I stopped crying in the early hours of the morning. I know he might hate me for deciding on going back home but I have to, it is important.

I needed clarification about what I saw in my dreams last night. I need answers. Why can’t I remember those events even when my dreams were so real? It felt familiar.

“Hey,” I whispered before kissing his...