Damon stopped in the middle of the garden and took a deep breath in search of Talia.
The wind mixed in the scent of freesia with hydrangea and roses and scattered them in random directions, and… "Shit!", Damon cursed under his breath. "I lost her."
'Why did she leave?', Damon asked his wolf.
'Maybe because you scared the soul out of her.'
Damon was confused. 'I scared her?'
'The girl is abused and jumpy, yet you sneaked behind her. You prevented her from leaving, held her while demanding that she answers your questions, so yes. You scared her. And that was only the last five minutes. The first time you met, there was another she-wolf sucking you off and you shouted at this precious one to stop. It's not the best first impression, if I may say.'
Damon cussed internally. He didn't want to think about the unpleasant things.
He was unable to get Talia's image out of his mind. Damned mate bond!
