Unfaded Glory. Sara Arden
to Damara’s profile as she dressed. Byron couldn’t believe that she didn’t know how beautiful she was. Maybe he should’ve told her. He’d already complicated things enough as it was.
Byron grabbed his fatigues and walked naked into the bathroom, where he showered quickly, rinsing the chlorine from the Jacuzzi tub from his skin and hair. He noticed an open bottle on the ledge, and he brought it close so he could smell it.
Jasmine, just like Damara. He inhaled the scent and closed his eyes, committing the scent along with the memory of her to stone in his mind.
After he’d dressed in the slacks and shirt he’d had the concierge purchase along with Damara’s clothes, he saw she’d curled up on the chaise.
After all her talk of being powerful and strong, and after how fierce she’d been fleeing both Tunis and the pirates, she seemed so vulnerable now and very much in need of protection.
In need of him.
It wouldn’t hurt to comfort her now, to hold her for a few more hours. He’d trespassed already by being with her. He owed it to Damara to keep her safe, even from himself.
He sat next to her and put his arm around her slim shoulders.
She melted into him as if they were two pieces of the same whole.
Byron couldn’t let himself make that comparison—not now, not ever. He pushed it out of his head.
“Everything is going to be fine, Damara.”
“Do you swear?”
It seemed like such a little-girl thing for her to ask him. So full of trust and promise, brimming with hope. Byron knew it would be kinder to be honest, but he found he couldn’t. He’d have promised her the moon would taste like peaches if that was what would make her happy.
“I swear.”
She sighed and leaned her head against his chest, wrinkling his shirt.
Byron didn’t care about wrinkles. He just wanted her to feel safe.
“I wish you were going with me.”
“I have to stay here. I’ll make sure you get on the plane safely. Then another operative will get you to Renner.”
“I don’t know the other operative,” she said, her voice small.
“You don’t know me, either.”
“I know enough.”
The part of him that was infected with guilt wanted to confess to her why she was wrong. It wanted to tell her every bad thing he’d ever done, and it wanted her to hate him for it.
“Don’t trust anyone but yourself, Princess.”
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