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she snapped. "Yes o! If you have anything to say, you can say it right here," Charity added. Bright sighed deeply. "Damian, I’m here to apologize to you. Please, I know I’ve wronged you in so many ways, but I’m tired of this hostility for no reason. I want to make peace with you. Please, bro." His head remained down as he spoke. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. I couldn't believe I was falling for this act.

Henry and I had invited him to help extract my power from Damion. The moon priests are the priest of the moon goddess. Her special tool, and ardent worshipper. As soon as Damion's gaze fell on them, he tried to crawl out of the cell in an attempt to run. "You sneaky..." I shot him another bolt of energy to his chest, causing him to collapse back on the floor. "I want him slightly awake." The moon priest said with a voice as cold as a steel. "He should still be." Henry crouched beside him, then raised his head to face us. Damion was still awake, but now much more weaker.

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.