Salvatore's POV
“That girl almost lost her life because of your temper, Damien. You should learn to get it under control."
“I was only acting out of rage. I didn't mean to hurt her that way."
“It is alright. The damage has already been done. Just make sure it doesn't repeat itself again."
I overheard Damien and my uncle converse as I stepped into the beer parlor. They were seated at the mini-bar in the room talking over drinks.
Damien turned his attention to me the moment I strode him. I could see the anxiety in his eyes, but he remained silent, hoping that I would speak up about his little wife's condition.
But I deprived him of that satisfaction and went on to pour myself a drink.
“How is she?” my uncle asked, trying to ease off Damien's curiosity.
I ignored him and took a shot
