DAMON’S POV
The world was drenched in blood.
I stood frozen, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I stared at the body before me.
Olivia.
Her lifeless eyes stared at the sky, her throat slashed open, her body limp on the cold, stone ground. Blood pooled around her, dark and endless, the scent of it thick in the air.
My hands trembled. My knees buckled.
“No… no, no, no—”
A slow, mocking chuckle echoed around me.
I forced myself to look up.
Alaric stood there, his hands stained red, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction.
He smirked as he tilted his head, admiring his work. “Isn’t this what you deserve, big brother?”
His voice was smooth, almost amused. He stepped over Olivia’s body like she was nothing but discarded trash.
I couldn’t move.
My legs felt like lead,
