DAMIAN BLACKWOOD
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got with myself.
And the more I thought about it, the more I started to despise Eleanor. She was a villain seeking control over me, and I was determined to stop her. The day then came when I found her holding up one of my shirts and inspecting it, her hands trembling. The brown stain on it caught my eye, and we both knew it was dried blood, and it was from a human.
"Damian," she began, the tears already gathering in her eyes so that they sparkled.
"What?" I asked, fixing an eye on her.
"We talked about this," she said, in a manner that made it look like I was a child who needed correcting, and not a man who had been escaping death for so long. "We're going to have children who need to be kept safe-"
"Or who will learn how
