That night, Katherine and Damien went home to the Young Mansion. As they were getting ready to go to bed, she stared at the full-length mirror in a red satin bathrobe. She had just gotten out of the shower and was looking for a nightgown when her reflection caught her attention. Staring right through the mirror, she gazed at herself and thought about what happened in the afternoon.
Was she right in refusing to help that woman? No matter how much she looked at the situation from a different perspective, she still came to a decision that told her she was only trying to protect herself and the people she loved.
A pair of strong hands slid around her waist from behind, and she was enveloped with a warm body, her back flush against a hard chest.
"Let's go to bed," Damien spoke against her neck, his breathing tickling her skin.
"Mm."
