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~Damon's POV
The hall was still loud with laughter, women giggling around our uncle, and Kael had just excused himself with that sly grin of his. He said something about Belinda's chambers and left us.
I pushed my chair back, the legs scraping across the stone floor.
"I'm going to see Lisa," I said simply.
Rowan groaned immediately, rolling his eyes as if I had just announced I was going to fetch water. "Again, Damon? You just left her a couple of hours ago. What is it with you?"
I shot him a look, sharp and warning. "She's carrying my child."
He leaned back, smirking. "Our child, you mean."
I narrowed my eyes. "Don't twist words, Rowan. You know what I mean."
He lifted his cup lazily, swirling the wine around before taking a slow sip. "I know exactly what you mean. And I also know you're not running there because of the baby. You're running there because of her. Don't spoil her, Damon. Don't forget what she is."
My jaw clenched. "And what is she, Rowan? Say it."
