A few steps out of the elevator, Damien’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out, thumb swiping the screen.
Maya: Sorry, love. Harper suddenly pulled me upstairs—she’s not feeling well, stomach trouble. I didn’t mean to slip away without saying anything. Please tell your mother I’m sorry. I’m with her now in the room, making sure she’s okay.
Damien’s jaw eased, the storm in his chest settling a fraction. He typed back quickly, his expression softening as his mother walked silently beside him.
Damien: It’s alright, love. Stay with Harper until she’s better. When you’re done, come to my suite—I want you to meet my mother properly.
Maya simply responded, “Ok,” and Damien slipped his phone back into his pocket.
The suite door clicked shut behind them, the hush of the hallway giving
