Without warning, Damien entered the back room, his eyes flaring red for a moment before they faded back to brown. “Willow.” He let out a sigh of relief. “There you are.” He wrapped his arms around his mate’s stomach. “I was looking everywhere for you.” “Damien.” She chuckled. “I’ve only been gone for…” Willow looked over at the clock on the back wall. “An hour.” He rubbed his nose on the crook of her neck. “Doesn’t matter. You know how much I worry about you and our little witchling.” Willow blushed, turning to me. “We should go.”
