Warlock Ch 413. Fae Princess in His Embrace
"Uh…" he started, awkwardly pushing himself up from the floor, inching toward her like she was a wounded wild animal that might bite him.
Selena didn't move, shoulders shaking quietly under her loose hair.
Damian hovered next to her for a second, mentally flipping through all the non-existent training manuals on "What To Do When A Princess Starts Crying In Your Sealed Murder Room."
Finally, he crouched beside her and reached out one hand, hesitating midair.
"Uh, here," he muttered, and very gently, very clumsily, wiped the tears from the side of her cheek with his thumb.
Selena hiccuped against her hands.
He awkwardly patted her hair.
"Look," Damian said, his voice low and rumbling with rough-edged awkwardness, "I'm... not good at this. I didn't exactly grow up with 'Comforting 101' classes."
Selena sniffled into her palms.
