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the woods, where she could still see the light from the trailer park, Clara turned and waited.
    Here it came. Bossy Damon was going to scold her for Willa prank-calling him and then chastise her for drinking too much. Lay it on me, grumpy dragon.
    “I’m sorry,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.
    Clara opened her mouth to give him a seething retort, but stopped herself just in time. “Wait, what?”
    “I’m sorry for being so harsh with you earlier.”
    “You aren’t mad about the prank call?”
    Damon huffed a laugh and almost smiled again. “No, I didn’t mind. I was awake anyway, though I was surprised to hear you were still here. I thought you were long gone.”
    “Mason is full of tricks.”
    He arched on eyebrow pointedly and looked over his shoulder at his driver sitting by the fire. “He had tricks for us both.”
    “Sooo, you aren’t mad that you had to fly down here on account of me drinking too much?”
    “Why would I be? You’re a grown woman. It’s good to cut loose every once in a while and besides, I like…”
    She dipped her voice to a whisper. “You like what?”
    Damon frowned and cleared his throat. “It’s late, and it’s a long drive to the airport from here.” He placed his hands behind his back and straightened his spine. “I’d like to extend an invitation for you to stay the night in one of my guest rooms. If you still wish it, you can leave in the morning.” Or not. That last part he didn’t have to say. The unspoken words hung in the air between them.
    “That would be nice.”
    “Yes?” His eyebrows jacked up in surprise.
    “Well, it is late, and I’ve had about all I can take of Mason for the day. I’ll leave in the morning.”
    Damon cut his gaze to the others, then nodded his head once. The silver in his eyes was fading by the second, leaving them as dark as the night sky. He turned to leave, but Clara grabbed his hand, not wanting to end this moment with him. The second her fingertips touched his palm, a blinding pain blasted through her head and drew a gasp from her lips. Squeezing her eyes tightly closed, Clara pressed her hands to her temples as if that would keep her head from splitting apart.
    I’ll love you always.
    You won’t. You can’t. You love me now only because you haven’t seen the monster I am yet.
    Clara.
    “Clara!” Damon gripped her shoulders and bent his knees until he was eye-level with her. “Are you all right?”
    Clara drew a deep, shaking breath and shook off the remnants of the headache. That was weird. Usually her headaches lasted longer, but that one had been a flash of pain, and now…nothing.
    She gripped his wrists and searched his dark eyes. “You’re warm. I expected you to be cold as stone.”
    His grip on her shoulders lessened and he let off a tiny, relieved breath. “I run too warm. It hurts…”
    “You?” she guessed. She wished he would finish his thoughts so she could understand him.
    “No. I hurt other people.” His eyes tightened, and he looked away as though he was about to leave, so she wrapped her arms around his waist before she could change her mind. Damon stood frozen under her hug. Not a muscle twitched, not a joint moved. His hands hovered out to his sides, but she didn’t care. Clara pressed her cheek against his chest. Yes, he was warm. Warmer than bears. Her cheek heated on that side, like a blush, but to the point she would have to pull away soon. That felt tragic, separating.
    Wait, what was she doing? She wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Hugging Damon wasn’t going to help her leave any easier. But his body relaxed under her, and his hands slid up her back. One stayed pressed against her spine, while the other traveled up and up until Damon gripped the back of her neck. So warm. So safe. A shiver traveled up her back and landed in her shoulders. Here headache was back. Not painful, but pulsing in the middle of her head, reminding her that she could be incapacitated at any moment.
    “I’m