Damion's POV
Henry...
The mention of that name from her mouth cut deeper than any blade ever could. She slowly turned to meet my gaze as the name hung in the air like poison. For a heartbeat, I think I forgot how to breathe.
My arms dropped from her waist instantly out of reflex as if she had burned me. She looked at the pups who were already falling asleep before spinning away in a way that seemed almost desperate.
"I ..I should rest", she murmured in a tight voice. "Please have the servants watch over the pups".
She didn't wait for my answer before lifting her chin and walking out of the nursery with stiff shoulders, and steps too quick it screamed 'guilt is clinging to her like a second skin'.
And I didn't stop her.
The door closed softly behind her, leaving silence and my rage
