The tension in the room was palpable. Damien paced in measured steps, his hand running through his hair as he tried to make sense of the bombshell Liam had just dropped.
“What do you mean the child is yours?” Damien’s voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it that made Liam hesitate.
Liam sat on the edge of the chair, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “I mean exactly that, Damien. The child… it’s mine.”
Damien’s jaw tightened. “Explain.”
Taking a deep breath, Liam raised his head to meet Damien’s piercing gaze. “It was the night of the banquet. Scarlett intercepted me. I was already quiet disoriented and confused from the drink I had taken…” He paused, swallowing hard. “She said she would help me settle since I was so out of it. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it clou
