Damien's POV
My back rested against the wall, my arms folded over my chest.
Across from me, Jaxon stood rigid, his fists tight“Why did you bring her here, Damien?”
I didn’t move. My eyes stayed fixed on him steadily.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” His tone is filled with heat. “You brought her here, to this house, to mother’s house?” His jaw worked, fury darkening his face. “Do you even remember what this place means?”
A muscle ticked in my cheek. “I remember everything,” I said evenly.
That answer was not enough. It never was. Jaxon’s voice broke louder with a fury that wasn’t just anger, it was grief and too raw too admit.
“Don’t you dare stand there like it’s nothing. She died here, Damien! Do you not care? Do you not give a damn that this house holds her blood? I s
