The faint, calming scent of lavender soap still lingered in the air as Damien padded quietly through the Scorpio mansion’s hallway
The morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor.
It was quiet—too quiet for a house with a newborn.
He paused by the nursery door and peeked inside.
Caitlyn was asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm.
Her fingers were curled into little fists, and a pale blue blanket covered her legs. She looked so at peace with no signs of discomfort but it was that serene look that made things not quite right.
She had not moved a single inch from the spot she was placed in her crib since she was lulled to sleep but her eyes moved rapidly behind her eyelids as if she'd awake any mome
