Chapter 2 - The Soft Touch
The girl's tiny fingers wrapped gently around Damon's massive, tense fist.
Slowly and carefully, she uncurled his tight fingers one by one, gently rubbing her small thumb across his white knuckles.
Damon froze in sheer shock. The cold rage in his dark eyes flickered, vanishing instantly as he looked down at his own trembling hand.
"Don’t be mad," the girl said, her voice soft, sweet, and unbelievably calm.
Tight close-up on their joined hands: her tiny fingers soothing his large, calloused palm.
Damon looked down at her with a stunned, haunting expression, his jawline quivering slightly.
"Where did you learn that?" Damon asked in a shocked, low whisper.
The girl looked up with big, innocent brown eyes, holding his hand firmly against the grand backdrop of the mansion foyer.
Damon slowly stooped down toward her eye level, his intense gaze softening as he stared into her gentle features with restrained emotion.
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"Mommy does it when she thinks about you," the girl whispered softly.
👉 Who was the child's mother, and why had she sent her daughter into Damon's estate alone?
