Chapter 49. Damon Going for the Kill

“D-Damon?”

The simultaneous call of his name crippled Damon in place.

He stared over Sarah’s shoulder at a woman believed to be dead and rotting beneath the surface, not a soul to grieve her passing or visit her grave. Just like back at the mall, it should’ve been nothing more than a trick of the mind, but that voice was too real, and those striking blue eyes took him straight back to the past. It could only be her: the snake that had stomped on his trust, shattered his heart and then denied him of vengeance.

His veins swelled and his eyes flashed a deep golden, boiling anger surfacing through every pore in his body.

How was she alive and well? No. The real question was… why return?

Years ago, she had mastered the art of deceit and crept into his life like a sweet dream, only to leave a trail of nightmares in her wake. In the span of a day, everything had changed. He came to hate the woman he foolishly loved, their memories together, her face, the mere