Damien's POV
Two days had crawled by like centuries.
I hadn’t slept much even when my eyes closed, I could still see her, Aurora—shaking and drowning in power that threatened to pull everything apart. Her desperate whispers still clung to the back of my mind.
I hated that. Hated that she's stuck pitiably in my head when she should have been nothing but another problem to deal with.
The plan had been simple: make my father regret ever underestimating me, causing mother's death and marrying her mother, to build strength so strong he’d bleed the way he’d made me bleed in my heart all my life. That was the purpose. Not some girl and definitely not this chaos.
Yet the memory of her pressed in on me impossible to escape.
I sat at the edge of my bed, my elbows on my knees, staring at the f
