Damien pov
I sat in the car for a moment, my hands shaking against the steering wheel, my brother's voice still echoing in my ears with all its pain and promise of destruction. Marcus was finally back after fifteen years in exile, and he'd been watching Noah. Building a file on my son. Planning something that would hurt worse than anything Father had ever done to him.
"Damien." Aria's voice cut through my spiral, sharp with worry as she walked quickly toward my car. "Did you find out anything? Did your lawyer kill the story?"
I got out of the car and looked at her, really looked at her for the first time since arriving. This was the woman I'd destroyed three years ago, the woman I'd thrown away like she was nothing, and now she was looking to me for help because she was out of options and I was the only person with the resources to protect our son from the monster I'd helped create by being my father's son.
