Chapter 20
For the first time since I had woken up, Isla whimpered, her tiny mouth parting as if she knew. As if she felt the loss of my warmth, my presence.
I just sat there, my hands empty, my chest hollow..
The nurse adjusted Isla in her arms, rocking her slightly before turning toward the door.
And that’s when he walked in.
He entered just as the nurse was leaving, his tall frame pausing at the sight of her carrying his child. Even the fact of me saying that she was his daughter was something that I did not like. He did not even know of her. He did not acknowledge her presence before. And he had made it clear that he did not want her around. The sudden change did not make sense to me, but I knew better
than to argue about that.
His expression hardened, those sharp green eyes darkening as they flickered between the nurse and me.
I didn’t look at him.
I didn’t move.
I just stared blankly at the wall, ignoring his presence entirely.
A flicker of something crossed his face, something unreadable, something that almost looked like confusion.
But then, just as quickly, it was gone.
His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, his gaze shifted back to the nurse.
“Take her to the nursery. Make sure she’s monitored properly,” he ordered, his voice cold. “Add to make sure there no trouble
occurs if there is anything that needs to happen and if there is anything that you need, give me a call immediately.”
The nurse nodded quickly before stepping past him, disappearing into the hallway with Isla in her arms.
The door clicked shut.
And then, there was nothing but silence.
I still didn’t look at him.
Didn’t acknowledge him.
Didn’t speak.
oing to
At this point, he did not even want to look at him. Even if he stood in front of me, even if he was the last person that I was going
have to be forced to say I did not want to cut him.
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Damon took a slow step forward, his shoes clicking against the floor, his presence heavy in the space between us. And I knew that
he could sense it.
His scent filled the room, powerful, familiar, suffocating. But I refused to let it affect me. I refused to allow him to get inside my
head. Not again.
I refused to let him affect me.
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“You didn’t fight.” His voice was quiet, almost unreadable. “I would have expected you to do so.”
I didn’t respond.
“Sienna.”
Nothing.
He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident as he ran a hand through his hair. “Say something.”
I blinked slowly, staring at my lap. “There’s nothing left to say. You wanted to take her. You went ahead and did so.”
Damon’s jaw ticked, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You’re acting like I just ripped her from you.
I let out a hollow laugh, but it held no humor. “Didn’t you? Didn’t you tell the nurses to take her by force from me if I fought
back?”
He stilled.
I finally looked at him then, meeting his gaze with an emptiness I didn’t even know I had in me.
“You made your choice, Damon,” I said, my voice flat, “And I made mine. For her safety, I gave her to them. But that is the only reason why I gave her to them without a fight. Now if you would excuse me, I want to rest. I did not get any sleep throughout the
entire night.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but I didn’t give him the chance.
Instead, I turned my head away, laying back against the pillows, closing my eyes.
Dismissing him.
For the first time in my life, I felt nothing toward him.
No anger. No resentment. No pain.
Just nothing.
And that, I realized, was far worse.
Because I knew that it was me shutting off my emotions…
And that also meant, my humanity….
