–Damon–
Seeing my sister truly happy—it hit me like a punch to the gut. Maybe it was the first time I actually looked at her face, not just glanced. She was… adorable. David raised her more than I did. I was always away—consumed by this blood-drenched duty of being the heir of this cursed empire. I didn't see her grow up. I didn't hear her laugh or cry. I didn't know the little things that made her… her.
I was too busy watching Livana.
Yes, I stalked her. Obsessively. And she knows it. She always knew. She let me watch her, like she was daring me. And now, she's mine.
When we returned home that night, the staff had cleared dinner. Plates were clean, rooms quiet, bellies full—except mine. I was starving, but not for food. I took my wife upstairs, not wasting a second. I needed her. Needed to feel her body under mine one last time before I disappeared across the ocean. This trip… it was a ticking bomb, and I hated every second it pulled me from her.
