Aria's POV
I couldn't breathe. I stared at the man standing before me, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes were seeing.
This explains why we caught that familiar scent from Silas's office on that ship, Lydia recalled, equally stunned.
I turned, fixing my attention on Damon.
He was staring at Silas as if the world beneath his feet had vanished.
His face had gone completely pale. His eyes were wide, his breathing shallow, and even Rhein seemed to have gone silent inside him.
Then Damon whispered, "Father?" The word barely left his lips.
My heart tightened.
Aria, Lydia whispered. That's his father.
I knew, but knowing it did not make it easier to believe.
Silas was Damon's father. The man Damon had mourned years ago was standing right in front of us, alive.
Not only alive, but
