But Darren only smiled with that awful grin full of blood and madness like he had been waiting for this exact moment his entire life, like the fight and the fury and the glowing rage in Damon’s eyes were all part of some grand plan he had been writing in his head for years.
“This was all a plan. A set up. And you fell for it. Goodbye, brother,”
And before Damon could even move, before he could say another single word, Darren’s hand shot out like lightning, and I saw it, the silver glint, the knife he had hidden this whole time, and then he drove it straight into Damon’s side so hard I screamed before the first drop of blood even hit the ground.
He stabbed him again.
And again.
Over and over with this wild look in his eyes like he was finally free, like this was what he had wanted all
