A week had gone by since the rogue attack and I was itching to get back to HQ. For some reason, HQ felt more like home than the house I grew up in. I stood on my balcony watching Brian and Derek do training with Damian. He was physically fully healed now and had requested to learn how to fight. Emotionally, he was still suffering. Dad had called for a psychiatrist to help Damian sort his mental health out. After 3 sessions, the psychiatrist narrowed his eyes at me and said “he’s mate avoiding him is not helping his healing,”
I leaned against the railings and sipped my coffee, keeping a close eye on Damian. He had gone a little too far with the fighting yesterday and Leo thought he had a concussion. He wasn’t meant to be training today but his determination was like a raging fire. Somethi
