Ophelia’s POV:
I almost stumbled as my head shot toward her. "Valeria!"
Ria’s eyes widened, and a tiny, mischievous giggle bubbled out of her. The little brat. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was observant—far too observant for a three-year-old. Unfortunately, the word ‘handsome’ had slipped out when I told her we were going to go down to meet the man who had helped us.
"A handsome good man?" Damon questioned.
My eyes snapped to his. He was leaning against the counter, phone still in hand, but his expression had shifted. He was clearly suppressing a smile, his lips twitching in a way that made him look dangerously human.
"Tell me more, Valeria," Damon said, tilting his head slightly as he focused all his attention on the little girl. My heart jumped into my throat, hammering
