Ana gasped into his chest when he held her tighter and she sensed his destress. “Damien? What’s wrong?” She moved her hand to his cheek then it hit her like a steam engine. His rage and blood lust, the gun shot ringing out. The crowd being held by her spell then her being hit. She saw everything from his eyes. 

She moved her hand, gasping hard as she tried to calm down. Then she moved away and grabbed the bin by the bed, vomiting into it.