Damien’s POV:
My fingers trembled as I struggled to rein in my rage.
Even now, as I drove the SUV back towards the Viscount estate, I could still hear Vera’s voice over the phone,
“Albert’s dead.”
Those words kept on pounding in my head, over and over again, and they grew louder with every repetition until I could no longer even hear the roar of my car’s engine.
My hands were wound tightly around the steering wheel with so much force, I could see that my knuckles had lost all color.
The rage that was within me was a living thing now. It was wild, it was suffocating and it was dark. And like all rage, it needed to be unleashed.
Eight months.
Eight long months where I had been in a coma from being attacked. And barely twenty-four hours after I woke up, there had been an attack
