KILLIAN'S POV.
Mother and Damian walked ahead of me, talking as though they hadn't seen each other in years.
Maybe that was how it felt to them.
She laughed at something he said, the sound echoing through the hallway.
It was strange.
This house had been so quiet for so long that hearing her laugh almost didn't seem real anymore.
I should have been happy.
Part of me was.
The other part couldn't stop watching the man beside her.
Damian Claw never did anything without a reason.
That was one of the few things I knew for certain.
We reached the dining room just as several servants finished placing the last dishes on the table.
Mother clapped her hands together.
"Perfect timing."
She turned toward Damian with another smile.
"I hope you're hungry."
"I always am after a long drive.
