The shadowy figure paused. In the faint light, his head seemed to tilt.
"What are you yelling for? It's noisy."
Aria Sterling recognized the deep, magnetic voice instantly. It was Damian Xavier.
She let out a small sigh of relief. "Oh, it's you. I thought a burglar had broken in."
Damian Xavier, now in a black robe, lay down on the bed and pulled Aria Sterling into his embrace, resting against her head. The fresh scent of her hair wafted up to him.
Just as Aria was drifting off to sleep, his muffled voice rumbled near her ear.
"As my woman, you're going to face a lot of danger, both now and in the future. You need to be sharper, learn to stay calm in a crisis, and be able to protect yourself."
His words jolted Aria wide awake.
'Even though my specialty is design, and that's all I've ever studied, this smell...'
"You're bleeding!" Aria shot up and sat beside him, her hands rushing to find his injury.
