Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Tanin folded her arms and leaned against the crib, her fingers gently brushing Lucian's chubby hand. Her baby. Her world.

A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled Liyana's subtle disappointment, the flash of something dark in her gaze.

Was it frustration?

Was it resentment?

Or was it something worse?

Tanin didn't know. And that was what terrified her the most.

"Tanin."

She turned to find Damian leaning against the doorway, his piercing gaze locked onto her. He was still in his formal clothes from breakfast, but his tie was now loosened, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone—a sign that he was barely holding back his frustration.

Tanin sighed. "I know what you're going to say."

Damian walked over, placing a warm hand on the small of her back. "Do you?"