He didn't answer.
Maybe he was incapable.
Although it was clear that he was hurting in some major way, Damien radiated a dark, wild danger that seemed almost inhuman it was so powerful.
Seeing him there in pain on the floor, Amelia felt a sharp stab of Deja Vu, a niggle of foreboding that tickled her spine. She started to back away, ready to call 911 and let his problem--whatever it was-- belong to someone else.
But then, with his big shoulders hunched over in a tight, pained ball, he let out a moan, and that low, anguished sound was more than she could bear.
Damien didn't know what hit him.
The death vision came on fast, nailing him like an explosion. He was awake, at least, but suspended in a paralyzing state of awareness, all of his senses gripped in a debilitating, full-on assau
