The second morning came with heavy rain pounding against the mansion windows.
Damien stood in the hallway outside the bedroom, arms crossed, listening to the head maid’s report.
The woman kept her eyes on the floor, voice low.
“She hasn’t eaten anything since you brought her here, sir. No water either. She just sits on the bed staring at the wall. When we try to help her wash or change clothes, she doesn’t fight… she just looks through us. The doctor is worried. She’s getting weaker.”
Damien didn’t speak. His jaw tightened.
He turned and pushed the door open without knocking.
Lila was sitting on the edge of the bed exactly where the maid had described. The black shirt he had given her was wrinkled and loose on her small frame.
Her hair was messy. The bandage on her wrist was still
