Aria’s POV
He barged through the front door like a hurricane, all fury and devastation wrapped in human form. I'd been waiting in the foyer after picking him up from Fred's apartment, the silence during the drive so thick I could have choked on it.
"Hey." I tried for gentle and non-threatening. "I made breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, nothing fancy, but…"
He walked past me like I was invisible. Like I hadn't just driven across the city to rescue him from whatever hell he'd discovered. His face was a mask of anguish, with red-rimmed eyes, a jaw tight enough to shatter, and hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"Damien?" I followed him toward the stairs. "What happened? What did you find?"
He didn't answer. Just kept climbing, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, like each step requir
