Damian groaned as he reached to the side to grab Hazel and pull her into his embrace, but the bed was empty. He froze. His hand swept across the sheets again and again, slapping against cold fabric, yet there was no one there.
How does a man with three wives wake up alone in bed?
His mind lurched into emergency mode. His eyes snapped open as he looked left and right, but the space beside him remained vacant. Then he heard movement downstairs. Only then did he release a slow breath, clutching at his pounding heart. For a moment, he had nearly tested his powers, just to confirm they were still there, to ensure everything up to this point had not been some elaborate dream.
