Damian’s POV
Blade covered Liam, fending off the attackers with a fierce determination. "We can't let them win," he growled, his eyes burning with resolve.
As my friends fought to protect me, I felt a strange calm wash over me. The pain was still there, but so was something else, something I could not explain. I forced myself to focus, to push past the agony.
"You're wrong, Christian," I managed to gasp. "Being good doesn't make me weak. It makes me strong. And I will not let you destroy everything I care about."
He laughed again, shaking his head. "Such noble words, Damian. But they won't save you now."
I grunted just as he squated beside me, pushing the blade deeper into my chest.
I could not move as my bodily functions were slowly failing. I was helpless and for the first time in
