Damien’s POV:
I hadn’t slept.
It had been twenty hours, twenty goddamn hours and I still had not slept.
My body needed it, I could tell, but I couldn’t afford to.
My body ached, I was exhausted and my mind? Well, my mind was still trying to recall what life had been like before the attack and coma that had changed my life forever.
I still could not believe that the world had moved on for eight months. I had lost that much time and from what I could see, practically nothing had changed.
But there was no time for rest though, nor was there any time for me to wallow in my thoughts. I had a pack to lead, and I had questions.
Questions that demanded answers.
The main hall didn’t just look different, it was different.
Eight months ago, before the coma, it was painted black. Now,
