Damien ran a hand down his face as he took a step toward the desk, and then stopped abruptly when the floorboard beneath his boot creaked. “Damien,” Amma hissed as the human relic stirred with a whining noise. “I didn’t mean to.” The baby’s whining began to escalate. “I said, I didn’t mean to,” he hissed directly to it as if that might convince it to stop.
