Damian’s POV
The hallway was dead quiet.
Marcus was still on one knee, staring at the little girl like his brain had stopped working. Keith sat against the cracked wall, holding his throat and trying to catch his breath.
Nobody ever dared to look at me this way.
Big bosses in the city bowed till their foreheads touched the table when I walked by.
Tough gang leaders and pack fighters dropped their guns when they heard my name. Even the old council elders picked their words very carefully around me.
Yet this tiny little thing, who was not even as tall as my knee, was looking up at me with two big blue eyes. She held out a wrinkled piece of paper and a dull blue crayon, waiting for me to take them.
“Uncle?” she whispered again, tilting her cute head to one side. She pushed her small b
