Damien’s POV
The floor was cold and hard beneath me when consciousness finally dragged me back to reality. My mouth tasted like something had died in it, my head pounded with the fury of a thousand hammers, and when I cracked open my eyes, the morning light stabbed through my skull like hot needles.
Three empty bottles lay scattered around me like casualties of war. I couldn't remember opening the third one. Couldn't remember much after Aria had helped me upstairs, actually. Just the desperate need to make the pain stop, to drown out the doctor's words, to forget that my entire life might be a lie.
"You cannot be SERIOUS!"
The voice exploded through the room like a grenade, and I flinched so hard I nearly rolled into one of the bottles.
Aria stood in the doorway, her hair wild from
