-Isabella-
“Why do I only see a handful of you around the castle?” I asked as Damian slowly ran his thumb over the back of my injured hand, which was already healing.
He had been doing that for a few minutes. It seemed to calm him, and I couldn’t deny it helped me too. Being this close to him also gave me a chance to really study him. His dark, short hair was a bit of a mess at the moment, and I noticed a dark spot on his cheek—dirt, I guessed.
He had the most striking dark green eyes I had ever seen. While I had mostly witnessed them flaring with anger or filled with pain, for the first time, they seemed calm, relaxed, almost happy. They were truly beautiful, and it was hard not to get lost in them.
But I also felt guilty lying so close to him. My mind screamed my brother’s name, an
