Sienna:
I closed the door to Damon’s room quietly behind me, careful not to make a sound. My hand lingered on the handle for a second longer than necessary, as if the warmth of the moment we’d just shared could still cling to my skin if I stayed close enough.
He had held Isla like he had done it a hundred times before.
And for once… it hadn’t felt strange.
It hadn’t felt forced.
It felt natural.
And that was something that I was more than just a little thankful for. At least I knew there was accepting her, though deep down it scared me a little. I knew that trusting him with her was something that I was more than willing to do.
I took a deep breath and turned to head back to my room, hugging my robe tighter around me. The hallway was dimly lit, silent except for the soft hum of the
