Remi's POV
The night felt endless, every minute stretching into an eternity. I hadn't even made it to bed. Instead, I'd curled up on the couch, listening as Damien recounted stories of his childhood with Julian. It had started as an attempt to fill the silence, but I could tell he needed it as much as I did.
His stories were vivid, painting pictures of mischief and rivalry, of two brothers who had survived countless battles and betrayals together. They were so different, yet bound by an unshakable connection. As he spoke, I found myself clinging to every word, as if the memories could somehow keep Julian safe.
At some point, exhaustion took over, and I drifted off.
When I woke, the pale light of dawn crept through the curtains. My neck ached from the awkward angle, but what s
