I was glad when he got up and the moment passed. Sierra roped Rafael into playing a video game with her, while Damian and I cleaned up.
“I don’t know if that’s a suitable game for her to play with Rafael,” said Damian.
“She seems to be handling it fine.”
“It’s not her I’m worried about.”
Our eyes met as Rafael winced on the couch. Sierra was taking maximum advantage of his reaction to the sound of gunfire.
“Spawn of Satan,” said Rafael.
Sierra giggled.
Damian’s lips twitched, and I had to look away to keep from laughing.
We found Sierra in my old bedroom after Rafael left. She was curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow in her sleep. Damian sat at the foot of the bed, looking at her.
“I’ve never seen her sleep, up close.”
It was a simple observation, made more to himself than me, but it gripped my heart. He had missed out on all the moments I took for granted.
“She’s half MaMaLu, half Adriana,” he said.
Sierra had none of my coloring—not the blond hair or the gray eyes. When we walked down the street, her darker hand in mind, people assumed I was her nanny. She had my mother’s aristocratic presence and MaMaLu’s earthiness; her eyes were Adriana, her smile was MaMaLu.
“Let’s not wake her,” I said. “It’s probably best if she sleeps over.” I didn’t want to deny Damian the simple pleasure of watching over his daughter as she slept.
“If I close my eyes, it’s as if nothing’s changed,” he said, his voice so low I could barely make out the words. “There’s a little girl in this room and she’s stolen my heart. For the second time.”
I was glad he kept his eyes on Sierra. It was overwhelming being back in my room with him, but having him remind me of all the ways he’d adored me when we were children was almost too much to bear.
Damian peeled off Sierra’s socks, careful not to wake her. He kissed her soles gently before pulling the covers over her.
“Thank you,” he said. “For letting her stay.”
I nodded because I couldn’t speak, because it hurt like hell to leave her there. I couldn’t remember spending a single night away from her.
“Why don’t you stay?”
The man could read me so well. Too well. But there was no way I was accepting his invitation. It would be the equivalent of stepping into the lion’s cave.
“You can sleep with her. It’s her first night here. She might wake up disoriented.”
I wavered. I was dead tired. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed, and he had a point. Sierra wasn’t used to waking up in a different place.
Damian didn’t wait for an answer. “There’s a spare toothbrush and extra towels in the bathroom. Do you need anything else?”
Yes. I need things to be right again so I can be with you, so we don’t have to say good night.
“Good night, Damian”
“Good night, Skye.” He shut the door behind him.
I let out my breath and crashed beside Sierra.
The room wasn’t as girly anymore. The pink and cream decor had been replaced with bright, bold pops of color against a soft, neutral backdrop. One wall was covered in chalkboard paint and had a grid of tic-tac-toe games. Damian’s X’s and Sierra’s O’s. The built-in shelves were still the same, but Damian had given them a fresh coat of paint. My eyes lingered on the paper swans that were lined up on them, a comical progression of Sierra’s clumsy attempts, and I realized just how close Damian and Sierra had grown in a short space of time. The room looked like something that Sierra had helped put together. It was brimming with her personality.
I got up and was about to step out of my pants when I looked out the window. Damian was walking down the path that led to the staff wing. He disappeared behind the trees. After a while, a light came on in one of the rooms. MaMaLu’s room. I wondered what he was doing there as I brushed my teeth. When I came back, it was still on. I debated for a moment before putting my shoes on. I wanted to see MaMaLu’s room. She had never let me accompany her there, insisting it wasn’t proper for me to hang around her quarters. Well, tonight was my chance to finally see it.
The door was open when I got there. “Damian?” I peered inside. He wasn’t there, so I let myself in.