Pushing himself off the ground, Damien's first thought was to find her. But for what? Ask for forgiveness? That would be ridiculous. What happened was not forgivable.
Damien could still remember everything that happened that night very clearly. He remembered how Katherine was so frightened. How she cried and begged when he pointed the gun to her head.
"Nothing, Kitten. You look… glowing." He winked at her just before he turned his back, knowing pretty damn sure that what he really thought was: She looked well-fucked.
He knew what she meant but he had to hear it from her. He had never been unsheathed with anyone before and knowing that she wanted to do it with him made his heart beat so fast, he swore it was about to jump out of his chest.