The memory surfaced within Sahira's mind with uncomfortable clarity after his question, dragging the atmosphere backward into a period of time far uglier than the quiet nights the Valecrest Manor experienced now. Back then, the manor had not carried this strange fragile peace surrounding it lately. Fear had openly lingered throughout every corridor, every staircase, and every room within the estate, because everyone living there knew exactly how unstable the young heir's temper had become after the death of the Duchess.
And at the center of that fear—
Was Damon himself.
