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AUTHOR’S POV
The world around Damon seemed to blur, his vision clouded by the sheer weight of what he had just learned.
He sat frozen, his body heavy, his mind refusing to process the truth Vincein had just hurled at him like a death sentence.
For the first time in his life, Damon felt truly powerless.
His breaths were uneven, shallow. His hands trembled against his lap, fingers curling into fists before releasing, over and over again.
His heart pounded, not just with shock, but with grief. With disbelief. With something far more unbearable—guilt.
And for the first time since he was a child, Damon had tears in his eyes.
He looked at Vincein.
His vision was blurred, his chest tight, his throat constricted as he tried to force air into his lungs. But Vincein—Vincein look
