Damien pov
"Oh God." Aria's voice was barely a whisper. "He was watching us. He saw us through the window, saw Noah"
"Mama?"
We both spun to find Noah standing in the hallway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What was that noise?"
"Just an accident, baby," Aria said, moving quickly to block his view of the broken window. "Go back to bed, okay?"
"But"
"Now, Noah." Her voice was sharper than I'd ever heard it. "Please."
Something in her tone must have scared him because he nodded and scurried back to his room without further argument.
The moment he was gone, Aria turned on me with fury blazing in her eyes.
"This is your fault," she said, her voice shaking. "Your brother, your family drama, your mess. And now my son—our son—is in danger because of it."
"I know." I pulled out my phone, already dialing my security team. "I'm handling it."
