Damian:
I ran.
Not because I was afraid of being caught, though the men of the Rogue Alphas had been sniffing around for me for weeks now.
I ran because my heart was pounding in a way it hadn't in nearly a year. My lungs burned, my legs ached, but I didn't slow down. Not when my mother's words were still ringing in my ears.
"Someone came looking… asking questions about her."
Evaline.
Her name had been a ghost in our lives for this past one year. Forbidden. Buried. A memory that only I had clung to in my own twisted, ruined way. My mother spat it like venom, my sister rolled her eyes in disgust whenever it surfaced. But when I heard it again... spoken in a trembling whisper as my mother recounted the visit... I knew.
She was alive.
Why else would anyone ask? Dead girls don't inspire strangers to come searching.
