Chapter 73: The silence between us.
Damon's POV
Sleep refused to come even as the night dragged like a noose tightening around my throat.
And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ciara's lips trembled as she whispered those words.
"I'm pregnant".
And then the part that gutted me more than any blade could was the admission that she wasn't sure which of us was the father. It could either be me or Daryl.
The air in the small IronMist quarters felt suffocating. My chest ached with a pressure I didn't know how to release. I paced the stone floor until my boots echoed like accusations.
No amount of steady breathing helped so I poured myself a drink from Alpha Killen's decanter, some bitter spirit that burned as it went down. I wanted it to scorch the truth from my bones, I wanted it to er
