Damien POV
I pushed open the white door to Leo’s room, my eyes needing a moment to adjust to the vibrant chaos of colour.
A stark contrast to the rest of my manor.
Leo was seated on a small stool, arms crossed in a defiant pout. “No bandage till Papa is here.”
A frustrated sigh came from both Mr Vance and the young medic—a valuable asset who patched up my men and, on occasion, Leo—as they knelt before my stubborn son.
A low chuckle escaped me, the sound momentarily clearing the lingering echo of Rachel’s betrayal from my mind. Leo’s head spun, his face instantly brightening.
“Papa!! I’m hurt!” he announced, putting on a theatrically sad face that earned a quiet eye-roll from Mr Vance.
I crossed the room and crouched before him, my smile feeling like a foreign mask. “I’m here now.”
