Damon's P.O.V
He asks gently, his voice rising and quieting with hope.
"Not yet," I admit, feeling Theo whine at the admission while a barely audible sob came from the other side.
"Will y-you be soon?" He asks again, after pulling himself to manage the three words.
"I will, but not now," I assured him quickly, needing to comfort even a part of him. "So please stop looking for me, I'll come when I'm ready."
"Okay, i-if that's what you want," He begins weakly, sounding as if my words battered him, "Then I'll wait."
I breathe out a sigh of relief, grateful for the space to tell Will about our world without having to worry about looking over my shoulder. I freeze then, contemplating whether or not to tell him about Will. If things weren't in their current state, my family would've been the first to hear about my mate. I knew they'd be ecstatic, dad especially, he'd break down with tears.
I wanted to live that fantasy.
