Chapter 69: When Death Knocks

ANNABEL

The antiseptic smell hit me first, then the beeping of machines. Nothing could have prepared me for seeing Damon like this—bandages wrapped around his forehead, his usually commanding presence reduced to someone who looked... fragile.

The word felt foreign even thinking about him.

I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat.

This was Damon—the man who commanded rooms with just his presence, who made grown men tremble with a ...