DAMON’S POV
He came back… of course he had come back…barely. I had been expecting him to come back but not barely hanging on by a thread, not out of breath and on the verge of collapsing. I knew something was wrong the moment I saw the state he was in. Blood. Dirt. One arm hanging useless at his side. He didn’t walk into the room so much as stagger into it.
And still, he stood before me.
“I told you not to return without proof.”
My voice was calm.Too calm. He dropped to one knee, breathing uneven.
“I have… information.”
Not what I asked for, my jaw tightened slightly.
“That wasn’t your instruction…I didn’t send you on a spy mission. Your mission was to assasinate”
“I know.”
The silence between us was heavy and deliberate...
“Speak.”
The word was enough.
“They weren’t alone,” he
