Darius brows scrunched up and he tightened his hold on her. He was rightfully confused and shocked at how the conversation could crumble into this. He placed his chin atop her head and rubbed her back in soothing strokes.
"No, I do not want you to ever leave," Darius said.
Right now, his priorities were on comforting her. He wondered how long the thought had remained in her head, how long she must have bottled up the notion until she finally burst at the seams. Her brief telling of how she almost died at the East was the first time she had told him something negative from her life as a rogue.
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, he knew how terrible it was to live without a pack, so terrible that his imagination failed to conjure up a image of such a life. Somehow Livia was at the scene of the crime, he had no idea how much both women talked.
