"Please sit."
Damon gestured to the chair across from his desk. Only after Voren settled into it did Damon lower himself back into his own seat, the leather creaking beneath his weight.
His tone carried a weight of resignation, but his words rang with honesty. "It's not like I've never fallen in love before."
Voren remained silent, his expression unreadable, encouraging without pushing.
"I left the Centenary pack very young because of Sera. I saw someone I liked in New York but we were from different worlds' so I never pursued her." Damon's gaze drifted to the window, lost in memory. "When Sera finally divorced Ravyn, I thought I had a chance. But she made it clear she'd never see me like that." A rueful smile tugged at his lips. "So I accepted my fate."
He paused, his fingers drumming against the armrest. "The next woman I loved at first sight was the princess."
Voren's brow lifted, surprise flickering across his features.
