Damien pov
I sat at the dining table and kept my hands flat on the surface.
Lydia was in the room.
I could hear her moving near the sideboard, the soft deliberate steps of someone who wanted to appear busy while watching me carefully. Carina was still upstairs. It was just the two of us and the morning light coming through the tall windows and the sound of cutlery being arranged with too much attention.
I kept my face forward and my eyes still.
She stopped moving.
I heard her shift her weight and then she was walking toward me, slow and unhurried, and she stopped directly in front of my chair. I did not look up. I kept my expression exactly where it was, the way I had trained myself to do in rooms full of people who thought my blindness made me manageable.
She was holding something
