Chapter 63
Damian stepped quietly into the room, his gaze immediately falling on Tanin, who was still unconscious. The harsh memories of the morning—of her collapse, of the fear in her eyes as she held her stomach—pounded in his chest, but he pushed them aside. He couldn't let her see him like this, lost in his own emotions. He needed to focus, to protect her.
He leaned over the bed, brushing a lock of hair away from her face, and gently picked up her phone. The last thing he wanted was for her to wake up and see the backlash online. The vicious rumors, the hatred being spewed in every corner of their world—it would only break her further. She couldn't see it. Not now.
He placed her phone out of her reach, making sure she wouldn't be able to check the messages and feed her anxiety. Then, he stood up and turned to leave. As he approached the door, he saw Lyra standing at the doorway, her brow furrowed with concern.