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CHAPTER 96: WHERE MEMORY BLEEDS
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2025-07-02 07:31:08DAMON'S POV
Sleep refuses to take me. I lie wide awake, my body twisted in tangled sheets, restless and aching with thoughts I cannot silence. The room is still, but my mind roars. They are close, just beyond these walls, a few steps away perhaps, yet they feel a world apart. That proximity torments me. It presses against my chest, heavy and unrelenting. Knowing Baltazar is there with them brings a sliver of comfort, but it does nothing to quell the voice inside that whispers it should be me. I should be the one by their side, the one guarding them through the night. That was my duty. That was my role. And I failed.No wonder she carries so much anger. If the roles were reversed, I would despise me too.Fragments of my past drift through my thoughts, connecting in ways I had never noticed before. So many broken relationships, so many nights of feeling empty even in someone else's arms. The unexplained sadness that would crash over me without warning, a wei
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