Elena’s POV
When we returned to the packhouse, I headed straight for the bathroom, desperate to wash away the tension from our confrontation. The hot water had barely started flowing when I heard the door open behind me. Damien stepped into the shower without a word.
His arms wrapped around me from behind, and I melted against his chest. His lips found the curve of my shoulder, pressing gentle kisses against my damp skin.
"I owe you an apology," he murmured against my neck.
"For what?" I turned slightly in his arms.
"For doubting you. For not trusting what you were telling me." His voice carried genuine regret.
I shook my head. "You don’t need to apologize. I know how impossible it all sounded."
"But now we have proof. Now we know you were right all along. We’re going to bring her home." His grip tightened around me.
"What if she refuses to come back with us?" The question had been eating at me since we left.
"Then we’ll find another way. We’ll have to show her that we’re not the monsters she believes we are. We’ll prove that she belongs with us, that she’s one of us."
"That’s going to be harder than you think," I said, feeling the weight of the challenge ahead.
He spun me around so I faced him, water cascading down both our bodies. "But we’ll make it happen. I know you, Elena. You won’t give up on this. Not until you see her safe."
His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing across my cheekbones.
"I never said we were giving up. I’m just being realistic about how difficult this will be."
"I know," he said softly. "But we’ve faced impossible odds before."
We finished washing in comfortable silence, both lost in our own thoughts about the road ahead. After drying off, Damien walked to his side of the bed while I lingered in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a towel, watching him.
"What’s wrong?" he asked, noticing my stare as he reached for his hair.
"Nothing at all."

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