Chapter 11

However, the captain had more or less given an order that he remain available and alert. And then there was the memory of the lieutenant who thought he could flirt with Michonne. That made him realize he did need to do something to advertise the fact she wasn't available.

His tongue ran over the emblem on the inside of his lip. Each time he thought of his wife, he felt a spurt of warmth. A thrill.

Was it the mark making him experience those sensations or something else? Perhaps the fact he didn't mind being married to her?

Would she want her own symbol of their binding? Something she could rub and remind herself of him.

She'd not scoffed when he mentioned a ring, and the marketplace was the right place to shop for one. He'd be solving several problems at once.

With one last look at the Moth, Damon took long strides and managed to make it onto a tram just leaving for the city core. He slung his body into a seat and made himself comfortable as the doors swished shut.