Damien's brow furrowed. Even now, after everything, Cherise was still worried about Beckham's feelings.
Thinking about Beckham's cold shoulder to her, Damien cherished Cherise even more.
He reached up, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. "Why do you care what he thinks? Does he matter that much to you?"
Cherise, eyes clear and determined, nodded. "Of course! He's my dad!"
Sure, their relationship wasn't as close as Elvis's couple, but the blood tie was undeniable. Of course, she cared!
Damien, his eyes full of unspoken emotion, brushed a kiss against her lips. "There's no need to worry about him anymore. He already knows."
Cherise froze. "How... how does he know?"
Cherise's stomach twisted.
The news was barely a day old, and how come Dad already knew before she and Lyra did?
Her suspicions landed on Damien, her eyes flashing. "Was it you? You told him?"
Damien didn't flinch. He held her gaze with a calmness that felt like a slap in the face. "Yes. I went straight to him after what went down last night."
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