For the first time since I had woken up, Isla whimpered, her tiny mouth parting as if she knew. As if she felt the loss of my warmth, my presence.
I just sat there, my hands empty, my chest hollow.
The nurse adjusted Isla in her arms, rocking her slightly before turning toward the door.
And that’s when he walked in.
Damon.
He entered just as the nurse was leaving, his tall frame pausing at the sight of her carrying his child. Even the fact of me saying that she was his daughter was something that I did not like. He did not even know of her. He did not acknowledge her presence before. And he had made it clear that he did not want her around. The sudden change did not make sense to me, but I knew better than to argue about that.
His expression hardened, those sharp green eyes darkening
