Damian's POV
The hospital room felt suffocating after Aria left.
I stood by the window, watching the city lights blur together, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles had gone white. The bandages wrapped around my torso pulled with every breath, a sharp reminder of the silver blade that had nearly killed me.
But that pain was nothing compared to the look in her eyes before she walked away.
Hurt. Betrayed. Shutting down right in front of me.
Because I hadn't trusted her enough to tell her the truth. Because I'd hidden the danger from her, thinking I was protecting her, when all I'd done was prove that I saw her as fragile. As someone who needed to be kept in the dark.
I'd f****d up. Badly.
The silver wound in my side throbbed with each movement, the healing slower tha
