Chapter 57

Damian:

Holden stood silently since his apology. I couldn't respond, hell, I wasn't sure how to reply to it. I was torn. I hated him, but at the same time, my mother always taught me to forgive, but how could I forgive the monster that practically ripped my soul in half?

It was an awkward elevator ride that felt like an eternity. Holden stood beside me, and both of us were looking forward at the plain steel door, anxiously waiting for the elevator to arrive to the main floor.

He fidgeted his hands anxiously as the numbers ticked down. "Leave the red headed bitch to me, get to Diana first," he muttered under his breath.

I annoyingly rolled my eyes in his direction. "I think I know what I'm doing..."

He smirked, "Is that how you talk to your pack?"

"You think this is a good time to be making jokes?!"

"As my father would say, 'a good joke goes along way before the slaughter'."

"Wasn't it you, doing the slaughtering? Jokes come easy when you're the winning side."

He scoffed and nodded his