Damon threw Leona an icy glare, but she didn't budge, gripping his pager tightly with both hands.
Her golden eyes glistened with determination as she met his glare.
"Stay put, or I'll break this," she said, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling behind it.
Damon narrowed his eyes. "Are you threatening me?"
Leona shook her head firmly. "No… I wouldn't threaten a friend. I'm telling you to calm down."
Her words were resolute, but Damon could see her concern. She'd noticed how much he cared about the pager. Over the past two days, it had buzzed frequently, and she had a hunch that whatever had shaken him so deeply was tied to it.
Damon reluctantly reclined back on the bed, his muscles still tense.
Leona sighed in relief, finally handing him the pager.
This time, he didn't try to get up. Instead, he took a deep breath, willing himself to settle. She was right—he was losing his composure, and it wasn't helping.
