Damon stared at the heath as if a large viper would come out of it and hiss at him. He knew the girl was too innocent but that was because of her age. Once she would grow up in the shadow of her mother, would she be innocent anymore?
He and they were contenders for the position of duke. There could be no friendship between them. His eyes narrowed and a layer of frost covered his eyes.
"I do not need it." the girl blinked. She looked at his cold brother and then at the small wreath in her hands, she smiled.
"Do not worry, it will fit you well. Let me show you." she tugged the dress of her aunt. Olivia did not want to move. Yesterday, when Damon had accepted her gift, she had been hopeful that he would not refuse a cute child. But she was wrong.
She hesitated before pulling Abi closer to Damon.
