Damien dropped his hand from Ezra's neck and squeezed himself out of his powerful arms. He ran to his father, stumbling over the drums before falling directly on him. He rushed to regain himself and tightened his grip around his neck as firmly as his tiny body possibly could.
Ever since Mira's death, he had been shoved into sleep for two full days. When he finally woke up, neither of his parents were beside him. Damien was so scared he couldn't utter a single word and just laid there on the bed with his mouth wide open.
It didn't take long before someone dashed into the room and carried him out of the bed. Ezra. Apparently, when he thought he wasn't making any sounds, he had been been shrieking the whole time. It wasn't too loud, but for a vampire with trained, heightened senses, he just had to notice it.
Ezra pressed him against his chest, shaking him as his body laid limply against it. This boy was too cold for a normal child. Damien had completely frozen up.
