Damien stepped a little closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of forgiveness or connection. "Sofia," he began softly, "do you want us to leave? Just tell us what you need."
While his lips spoke of giving her space, his mind was a chaotic storm that Sofia felt right in the center of her chest. "Please don't say yes," his mental voice pleaded, sounding desperate and raw. "I just found you. I want to stay here, to hold you, to make sure you're okay. I don't want to leave you alone."
Sofia couldn't answer. The weight of his unspoken need was pressing against her ribcage, making it hard to breathe. She looked away, her gaze landing on Alaric.
The older Alpha cleared his throat, his expression unreadable as always, but his voice was grounded. "You must be hungry, Sofia. It's been hours. Should I order some food from the city?"
