Damon’s POV
I never thought I would hear that name again.
Not in this lifetime.
Not after everything.
I truly believed that the chapter of my life involving them had closed the moment I was thrown in here. I accepted defeat without much resistance because I was certain they wouldn’t live longer than I would. I comforted myself with the thought that death would catch up to them eventually—that the world would rid itself of their existence without me needing to lift a finger.
That was the sliver of peace I survived on.
A tiny, pathetic piece of comfort after they tore away the only person that ever mattered.
But one mention of their name from Julian’s mouth ripped that tiny peace to shreds.
Just like that—everything resurfaced.
They lived.
They were still alive after all these year
