DAMON
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
I stood in the middle of the living room staring at the wall and tried to breathe through it, tried to get my body back under my own control, but the trembling kept coming in waves that started somewhere deep in my chest and worked their way all the way out to my fingertips. The knuckles on my right hand were split and raw and I deserved every bit of the pain because I'd put that split lip on my own brother's face. I'd looked Kade in the eye this morning and I'd almost broken his jaw.
That was the thing eating at me most. Not Ronan, or Garrett, not even Sloane leaving with that look on her face that had gutted me completely. It was Kade. Standing there with blood on his mouth, not even raising a hand to defend himself, just looking at me with those
