"It's… complicated. They don't always come when I want them to. Sometimes it's a touch—an object or a person. Sometimes they happen on their own. And sometimes, I see things I don't understand until much later."
Damian frowned slightly, his sharp mind clearly working through her words. "Does it hurt?"
Evelina hesitated before giving a small shrug. "It depends. Some are… clearer than others. But it's not something I can fully control."
Damian watched her closely as she spoke, noting how her lips curled slightly as she thought and how the firelight danced in her deep brown eyes.
She was fascinating.
More than that—she was his.
Storm stirred restlessly inside him, watching her just as intently. "She's strong," he murmured. "And ours."
"I know," Damian admitted.
His wolf huffed, amusement threading through his voice. "She should know it too."
Damian smirked.
Evelina raised a brow. "What?"
