"What are you two doing here?" Kiara asked, crossing her arms, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"I called them," Damien said, entering the room. Kiara turned around to look at him, frowning.
"Any reason?" She asked.
"Actually, I was feeling off after..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. Kiara shifted her gaze to the floor in guilt, biting her lip.
"I understand," she said softly. "I'm sorry for that."
"No, no," Damien said after clicking his tongue, as he stepped closer to her and placed his hands on her waist. "Please don't apologize."
Kiara sighed, looking up at him. "I spoke to her. She won't do that again."
"Kiara," Damien said in disbelief. "Why would you do that? You fought with your Mom for me?" Damien asked, feeling guilt tug at his chest.
"Yeah, because
