After Thomas stormed out, he tracked down Damian.
He threw a punch, and Damian didn't even flinch. "You're keeping her around? Damian, how can you face Kathleen like this!? Emily's a killer! And you're still hung up on her?"
Damian's eyes flickered, shadows dancing in them. After a long pause, he spoke, his voice flat. "How's she doing?"
Thomas sucked in a sharp breath, then let out a cold laugh. "Oh, she's just fine. Said all she needs is some cash, and she'll be off living it up. Told me you should stay out of her way."
The light in Damian's eyes died out completely.
Finally, he said, his voice like ice, "Got it."
Half a month later, I was in a beat-up wheelchair, dragging myself through a full day just to reach the pack's burial grounds. Kathleen's grave sat halfway up a slope, to
