DAMON.
Iris was fast asleep in my arms. I could imagine what she had gone through this evening. Her breathing, though uneven, I could smell her fatigue.
I had just brushed a tendril of her hair behind her ear when I heard familiar footsteps proceeding towards me. Looking up, I saw my mother walking through the entrance and coming towards us.
I sat up immediately and Iris' eyes fluttered open. "Stay put, I'll be right back."
Nodding, she tightened the blanket around her body and sat instead. I strode over to her, coming to a halt when she stopped.
"You're not going close to her. And no, you won't be speaking to her either."
Her brows furrowed in faux confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"What are you doing here?"
"What kind of question is that, Damon?" Her eyes rolled to the ba
