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~Damon's POV
I stormed through the hall, my fists already clenched so tight my knuckles ached. Every step I took felt heavier, hotter, fueled by the fire burning inside me. My chest was pounding, but not from fear, no, it was rage. Rage that made my blood boil, rage that wouldn't let me breathe properly.
I could still see Lisa's face. Broken. Torn apart. Those tears in her eyes. The way she looked at me, like I was no different from them. Like I was just another monster in her hell. That look cut me deeper than any blade ever could.
I knew where Kael and Rowan would be. I didn't even have to think about it. The lounge. Their favorite spot when they wanted to sit back, drink, laugh, and pretend like the world belonged to them. My steps quickened, echoing down the corridor, and when I finally pushed the door open, there they were.
