Damien’s POV
“Her?!”
The way Olivia’s voice cracked made the air in the room shift. I turned to her sharply, my chest tightening. Isabella began sitting up, clutching her head as she looked between us with glassy confusion, like she was caught in the wrong script.
I couldn’t stop myself…my legs moved before my mind caught up. The moment I saw the flicker of pain crease her face, it was like some invisible chain yanked me to her side.
I adjusted the pillow beneath her with a care I had no right to give, steadying her like a man who belonged there, like a husband…which I damn well wasn’t. My hands lingered a second too long on her cheek before I pulled back, forcing distance, forcing the mask on again. Only when I was certain she was settled did I turn to Olivia, pretending I hadn’t jus
