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~Damon's POV
Lisa wouldn't stop fussing.
Her hands kept moving, touching my face, brushing my hair back, pressing lightly against my forehead as if she were trained like a healer. I caught her wrist, frowning.
"Lisa," I said firmly, "I'm not sick. It was just one sneeze. A man can sneeze once without the whole palace calling for a doctor."
Her eyes, however, didn't soften. They hardened. "No, Damon. I know you. You never admit when something is wrong. You've been caring for me every second,, every meal, every breath, every step I take. Don't you dare think I won't do the same for you."
I blinked at her. My chest stirred strangely at her words. She… she truly meant it.
Still, I tried to brush it aside. I forced a small smile. "I told you, it's nothing. A sneeze, Lisa. That's all. Do you want the entire council to hear that Alpha Damon, the almighty one, is being treated because of a sneeze?"
