Damon's POV
The silence was unbearable. I had spent the last few days lost in my head, questioning everything—about Winter, about Kai, and about the feelings I had buried so deeply inside me that I barely recognized them anymore.
It was the kind of silence that left you suffocating, as if the words were trapped in your throat, but they couldn’t get out because you were afraid of what would happen once they did. I couldn't ignore it anymore.
The resemblance was too strong to be a coincidence. I had tried to deny it, tried to convince myself that it didn’t mean anything. But Kai, with his dark hair and piercing eyes, looked too much like me. I’d seen the way Winter tensed whenever I brought it up. The way she changed the subject, or the way her eyes avoided mine. She was hiding something,
