HAZEL’S POV

Whatever that name meant and whoever it belonged to deserved a medal for what it did to Darian.

His face fell for the first time since I met him and his eyes looked haunted by the memories of the person who carried the name. There was emotion in his eyes and for the first time it wasn’t hatred or a sadistic playfulness, it was something softer, something deeper, and something more painful.

I was sitting on the floor in the same spot where he left me and I ...