Sienna:The silence in the Infirmary was the sound that I started getting used to.At this point, it was only the constant hum of footsteps in the murmuring of nurses which faded, leaving only the rhythmic beep of the monitors and the soft sound of my daughter's breathing beside me.I had my arms wr
Damon:“Do what is necessary for my daughter. Even if it means taking her by force.” I said, looking at the pack nurses who nodded.The tension in my chest was not one that I could easily just ignore. I could still hear Sienna's voice, sharp and then wavering, ringing in my ears.And me?The questio
I gritted my teeth. “You think I don’t know that?”“No,” he said simply. “I don’t think you do. At this point I don't even think you know anything that you're doing, nor do you understand how big or small it is.”His words were a low blow, but I refused to let them get to me.“Lysandra is gone,” he
Sienna:I was left to debate on whether or not I was going to end up fighting him.It was going to be a bad option for me to do so, and knowing the situation of my daughter, I also knew that putting her at that risk was something that I did not want to do. She did not deserve it.The infirmary felt
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 w
Damon:The moment the car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for a storm.I watched as Lysandra stepped out of the vehicle. Her hair is clicking sharply against the pavement. Her eyes dark with anger as they locked onto me, and I knew that there was a firestorm of rage, frustration, and hatre
Lysandra froze for a second before letting out a breathless laugh, but this time, there was no humor in it, just something dark and frustrated. It was one to reflect her anger. It was one to show me that this was not something that she liked and I knew that she was going to give me a fuss about it.
Sienna:I ran my fingers through my hair, gently brushing it as I forced myself to ignore the pain that I felt in my chest, knowing that tonight was going to be one that was difficult for me.My girl.My little angel.I could feel her whimpers, and I could feel her calling for me, and yet, I also kn
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melti
Sienna:He had been following me around the entire morning.Not only has he been following me, but he's been trying his best to speak to me only to be ignored. I needed to focus on work and he was not allowing me to do so.From the second we walked into the company building, Damon Lockwood had his e
Damon:Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky r
Sienna:I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.But the truth was, it already had.No matter how hard I try to deny it,
Delilah:I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.He was smarter than I gave him credit for.That made him dangerous.My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man kn
Damon:I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say a
Sienna:The moment I stepped into the infirmary, I felt the shift in the air.I felt the weight that it carried, no matter how hard I wanted to deny it.It was subtle, too subtle, perhaps, but undeniable.Something was off.Damon stood near the bed, his back straight, his hands behind him in a stanc
Sienna:Something was wrong.I could feel it crawling under my skin, creeping into the quiet corners of my heart. Damon’s voice had been too sharp when he told me to go back to the room, his body too tense, his eyes too guarded.He was hiding something.He was hiding something, whatever it was. I ha
Damon:I could still feel it, the bond. The one that should not exist.The one that didn’t belong to her.The one that I knew that I already had, I did not reject Sienna. At least the rejection did not work. Our daughter being born was proof of it not working. If it did, then Isla not be here.This