A.K. Caggiano

Summoned to the Wilds

[...] he was, for perhaps the first time in his life, completely content.

[...] not to stop him from doing something awful with it, but to stop him from leaving her to go do it.

[...] tender and soft like she knew he could be—like she knew he truly was.

No one had ever been so gentle with him, and he wished he could just trap the two of them there so he never had to give up that touch.

[...] words were meant to make women dangerous—that was, in fact, one of the best things they did.

"Damien?" Amma's eyes were on him, brow knit in concern. "You're...smoking?"