Chapter 157

Damon

And then he leaned close, close enough that I could see the blood dried on his lip, close enough that the knife in my chest felt like part of him, part of his hand, part of the hate holding me down.

“I killed Father.”

Do you know what happens to a man when he hears those words for the first time? When his brother says it like he is talking about the weather, like he is telling you what he had for breakfast instead of confessing to killing the man who raised you both?

I will tell you what happens.

The world goes quiet.

So quiet that I could hear the blood dripping from the blade buried in my chest. So quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat slamming like it was trying to break out of me before the next word fell.

So quiet that even my wolf, raging and snarling and clawing to take control, stopped moving for one single breath because he could not believe what he had just heard.

“You heard me,” Darren whispered. His smile cu