-Damian-
It felt strange to be back here. I had stopped coming two years ago when the pain became unbearable, yet I never thought that last visit would be my final goodbye to the eerie-looking house that was once so beautiful, brimming with the promise of life and laughter.
I had always planned to return, drink in one hand and a gun in the other, but life had consistently gotten in the way, preventing my return. Now, here I was, with Isabella—the daughter of the man who had stolen my dreams.
“Your brother wasn’t trying to protect you. He was only protecting himself. He needed people to support his thirst for power. They wouldn’t do that if they knew he was related to a half-blood,” I said, catching a glimpse of Isabella turning her head to look at me. “He feared you would come looking
