K I A R A
The drive back to our territory was silent. I leaned my head against Damon's shoulder, my body was aching with a deep bone weary exhaustion.
Every few miles, he would tighten his grip on me as if to assure himself that I was really there. I would squeeze his hand in return.
It had been a last minute decision to turn on Nolan in that chamber. As I stood there, reciting the lines he had drilled into me, I had looked at Damon's face. I saw the pain there. The belief that I had betrayed him. And I knew I couldn't do it. I couldn't be responsible for that. Not even to save his life.
Nolan's threat of war, of slaughter, had been ringing in my head non stop for those two days. But the moment I looked at Damon, I realized that a life without him, a life of lies by Nolan's side was a
