Alpha Damon
For them.
They were coming through faster now. The lost. The murdered. The forgotten. Spirits with unfinished hunger. Some whispered. Some screamed. Some laughed as they rose. Allowed them to rise, to stand, to come back for what they wanted to come back to. To get what they wanted and what they deserved.
But one was silent.
Always silent.
Dorian.
Sienna’s father.
The man that I believed, I loved.
He had been dead for years. Not hidden. Not erased. Just gone, peacefully, stubbornly, still.
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