He never liked it anyway.

Reaching the RV, Damien stood still by the side door without saying anything. They have arrived and he was supposed to put Katherine down already but he didn't want to yet—he liked carrying her.

"You can put me down now," she said, her voice soft and hesitant.

"I know."

He looked at her and stared at the eyes that were looking back at him. His grip on her leg and arm tightened as though he was trying to convince himself that she was really in his arms. It had been more than sixty days since the last time he held her. If he only knew that it was the last time back then, he would have held her tighter and longer.

"Damien—"

Before Katherine could say anything else, Damien carefully put her down, setting her inside the RV in a sitting position on the floor.

Taking out a white handkerchief from his pocket, he bent down and wiped the dirt off her feet. She instantly pulled back but he held her ankle firmly, not letting her go.