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~Lisa's POV
Sure enough, the door opened, and Damon and I stepped in, Rowan's sharp gaze flicking from Damon to me. Kael followed, his smirk already tugging at his lips.
"What now?" Rowan asked, his voice clipped.
Damon straightened his shoulders, keeping his grip on me. "We're going to pick up things for the baby. And the two of you will come with us."
Rowan's brows shot up. Kael gave a short laugh. "Finally. You are making sense."
But Damon wasn't finished. His tone hardened. "But you're not to interfere with what she chooses. She picks. That's the agreement."
I blinked at him, surprised. My mouth parted slightly. He actually said it.
Rowan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," Damon said. "She chooses."
Rowan's voice dropped low, dangerous. "And we're supposed to just stand there and watch? Like useless guards while she makes decisions for our child?"
"It's not up for debate," Damon shot back.
