DAMON
The night air hit me the second I stepped outside and did absolutely nothing.
It was dark and cold and the kind of quiet that usually settled something in me but tonight it was pointless because the burning in my bloodstream didn't care about temperature or time or the fact that I was trying very hard not to collapse on the front steps of my own mansion.
I stood there for a second with one hand on the door frame and breathed through it, slow and deliberate, and the pain spiked again and I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth hurt.
I knew staying near Sloane would make it worse. Rika had been right about that even if I hated him for saying it. The bond was carrying everything between us, every pulse of the poison moving through her was moving through me too, and the closer I stayed to
