– Damon –
I cleaned the mucus from my wife's eyes and applied the eye drops gently. I hope she'll be able to see me soon.
She drifted off fast after that. I stayed, just watching her sleep. I couldn't sleep.
My sweet, innocent wife… is the fucking Queen of the Underworld.
When she said she ran the underworld, I didn't expect that. But now I know—she's the White Queen they all whisper about. My wife. Mine.
I am so fucking lucky.
I got up and headed downstairs for a drink. But what I found stopped me in my tracks—Damien, casually eating while Wally served him whatever carbs he requested.
"Thank you, man. Your food's honestly the best I've had," Damien said mid-chew.
"You are most welcome, Damien," Wally replied smoothly.
They talk casually now?
If I'd known Damien liked chefs with muscles... Well, Wally fits the bill. He's got that look—good enough to catch a woman's eye. I cleared my throat.
Damien paused, glancing at me.
"Where's Laura?" I asked flatly.
