Damien
Something had been wrong from the start. My head was foggy after the disaster of last night’s dinner. I had felt an instant pull toward Ember the moment I saw her, and I despised myself for it. Despised it enough to leave. When Mom attacked her, that pull had overridden everything else and I had moved before I had decided to. I hated that too.
Mom is many things, but she did not deserve the fury I had felt toward her in that moment. I needed to clear my head, so I went to Black Diamond. The givers there — humans who were aware of the supernatural world and registered with the Council of Delphi to donate their blood voluntarily — were always a reliable reset. They lived on the top floor, their blood kept clean by our staff. Each one bore the Black Diamond tattoo on their arm. I had
