Aria’s POV
The silence between us felt really heavy, making it hard to bear.
The fire had long burned down to embers, but the room still carried the smoky scent of smoke and anger ... thick, choking. Damon stood by the window, shoulders tense, breath quick and uneven. His back was turned to me, yet I could sense the storm within him as clearly as my own.
My hands gently rested on my stomach, feeling a bit shaky. I thought I would feel anger or maybe even rejection. But what caught me off guard was the silence... the kind that hurts more than any words ever could.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and controlled… but just about. “Zac’s,” he said, as if the name itself was poison. “You carried his child, and you didn’t think I deserved to know?”
I swallowed hard. “It wasn’t about
