Damon felt wronged.
He really didn't look at the brunette for any other reason than thinking if she could match up to his Generals. But Talia was getting increasingly irritable due to pregnancy, and he wondered if he should run after her immediately or if he should give her a minute to calm down.
"I will check on her," Luna Michelle said.
Talia stepped onto the terrace that overlooked a small garden. It was nothing like spacious packhouses Talia had seen before, but this place was cozy and warm, full of personal touches. One could immediately see that it was a home of a loving family.
"Talia?" Luna Michelle called from the door. "Do you mind if I join you?"
Talia realized that she had made a scene. That was NOT like her. Was Damon blaming her for losing her temper?
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Talia said guiltily.
"We are not uncomfortable, but we are worried."
