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~Damon's POV
I stormed out of the lounge after the fight with Kael and Rowan. My knuckles were throbbing, blood staining the edge of my hand, but I didn't care. My chest felt heavy, rage boiling inside me like fire.
I couldn't get Lisa's face out of my head, her tears, her broken voice, the way she looked at me like she had lost every shred of herself. I hated my brothers for what they did, but most of all, I hated myself for not being there to stop it.
I walked straight to her room. My steps were heavy, almost dragging, but my anger kept me moving. When I got to her door, I hesitated for a second. My hand hovered above the handle. I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know if I even had the right.
Finally, I pushed the door open slowly.
She was there.
Curled up on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, her body shaking. The sight of her broke me. My strong Lisa… reduced to this. My throat tightened.
"Lisa…" I whispered, stepping closer.
