Sera’s pov:
“Please don’t let her see me looking like this.”
Those were my father’s first words.
His voice was rough and broken, coming from behind the half-open door, and it stopped me completely. My hand was shaking in the air, and my heart was beating too loudly in my chest.
“She really needs to see you,” Damien replied calmly. His voice was firm, not cruel. “She has been asking for you.”
There was a long moment of silence. Then I heard him sobbing. It was a raw, terrible sound that I had never heard from the strong man who raised me.
“Just give me one minute,” my father whispered.
Damien glanced back at me. His eyes softened just slightly, showing his concern. He nodded once, then walked down the hallway with the guards, giving us a private moment but staying close by.
I took a
