“Get that thing out of here.” Michael growled trying to keep a straight face.
“So I suppose you don’t need these either?” Kane asked and took a handful of wood nails out of his pocket.
Michael turned around to stare at Damon, who was smirking. “You see what I have to deal with on a daily basis?”
“He didn’t get it from my side of the family.” Damon muttered.
“WHAT?” Michael yelled.
“And how was Syn right?” Damon continued while ignoring Michael’s outburst.
Kane sighed, “In short… we need all the help we can get.”
Damon looked at Kane curiously. He hadn’t seen Kane since way before he and Michael had started fighting but he could see that something very life-altering had changed him… behind the joking exterior was a darkness that had never been there before. Remembering how tattered K
