We went to the sanctuary house again.
We stayed for a long time. I’d like to give a certain amount of days, or weeks, or months, but the truth was that I lost count. I didn’t know if Damien would want to come with us, but he did. He admitted one night when all three of us had too much to drink that he wasn’t ready to see his family again. He was ashamed of what he did to us, even though he helped make up for it. I was fairly certain that Damien blamed himself for Aumae’s death, but that was ridiculous.
It was my fault.
I should’ve realized how powerful my father was. I should’ve known our first plan wouldn’t be enough. But I hadn’t. I went there that day filled with arrogance that we would defeat Sachiel. Aumae paid the price. I held that belief in my heart for so long, until Kellan rea
