~Damien's POV~
Fucking Aunt Moira.
Of all the people I didn't want to see today, and of all the moments she could've chosen to play family, she ambushed me mid-lunch with the two women I was finally getting a reaction out of. A glimmer of chaos in their eyes, and I was enjoying it.
Then she showed up.
Heels clacking like a war drum. Voice loud enough to turn heads. Entrance dramatic enough to rival a Broadway finale.
Fucking Aunt Moira.
Herman's sister. The one woman who didn't blink when he brought home a broken, furious boy and said, "He's mine now."
She made space for me where there was none. Took me in without hesitation. Gave me food, a bed, a sharp tongue when I needed it, and affection I didn't know how to receive.
So no… I couldn't hate her.
But right now?
I could absolut
