Darius POV
I took in deep controlled breaths, dropping the phone in my hand to the side.
Now with my hands freed, I caressed the other half of The medallion between my fingers. The sting I always felt in the center of my chest where the medallion lead snapped to the parts of my fingers.
I pulled them away, allowing the pain to sizzle into oblivion.
I was used to this.
Pain, that is.
It had been an integral part of my life from birth.
But unlike weaklings who grew to fear pain, I was different. I was special, I learned to coexist with it more naturally than the breath I drew in, more than the water I drank to quench my thirst.
I took hold of the medallion again. Once more as always it, rejected my touch. I knew the medallion had some sort of mind of its own and that mind never took
