"It's alright,"
Camilla bent down with a warm smile, her delicate features softening as she extended her hands toward Carrie Ann.
"Come here, sweetheart—give me a hug—"
Carrie Ann glanced at the arm blocking her path, then tilted her head up with effort to meet Sinclair's gaze, her dark, grape-like eyes clear and innocent.
Sinclair narrowed his obsidian-dark eyes slightly before slowly withdrawing his hand.
Only then did Carrie Ann dart forward unhindered, throwing herself into Camilla's embrace.
Camilla cradled the child effortlessly against her chest and made her way to the sofa.
Sinclair followed at a leisurely pace, his long legs carrying him smoothly behind her.
His pitch-black eyes never once left Camilla.
Grandpa Luther observed the scene before him, his eyes crinkling with quiet amusement.
"Grandfather," Camilla settled onto the couch beside him with Carrie Ann in her arms, her voice gentle.
"The toxins in your system have mostly cleared.
