Ophelia’s POV:
I watched with bated breath as Damon leaned over the mattress. He lowered Valeria onto the pillows with a tenderness that seemed entirely at odds with the jagged anger he’d shown me only a few hours ago.
She didn’t so much as groan; she simply hummed a soft, tiny sound of contentment and rolled onto her side, drifting back into a deep sleep.
Damon stepped back, his chest heaving slightly as if he’d just finished a marathon. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes never leaving the small girl.
“How long did she stay awake?” he questioned, his brow furrowed.
I moved forward as I pulled the thick down comforter over her shoulders. “Two hours,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room.
“She’s only been awake for two hours? Even after sleeping this long?” He
