Damien’s POV
I stood there silently as the doors slammed shut behind me.
And I did nothing else but watch. I watched my brother, watched the way his expression split into shock, and then watched the way the bloody knife slipped through his fingers and landed dangerously close to his toes.
None of this made sense, and that alone was a clue in itself.
It wasn’t just the timing that was wrong, it was the method itself. I knew my brother and if he wanted to kill the prisoners here, there were far better ways for him to do it than to personally walk inside a sealed and heavily controlled prison, then slit their throat with an ordinary knife, especially when his claws would have sufficed on their own.
“Damien,” my brother hissed, his palms raised and his voice nervous, “This was a tra
