After a relaxing bath where Damon had tenderly helped me scrub my back and wash my hair, my mind was whirling a mile a minute.
Physically, I felt a lot better. Emotionally though, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster that had taken a few sharp turns while all I had on was a faulty seatbelt. Even after the ride was over, I was still suffering from whiplash.
Damon was kind and caring and those were adjectives I would have never thought to describe him.
Did having sex with me change his personality so much? I had heard stories about men being led by their lower halves, but Damon Valentine was sleeping with hordes of women. He wouldn't be so pent-up that sleeping with me would cause such a drastic personality switch.
No, I decided that this man was simply trying to lull me into a false sense of security. He was my mate, but I wasn't really his. I was nothing more than one of his playthings― even a cherished toy would be discarded the moment he ran out of space.
