Damian’s POV

The guilt did not come crashing down on Damian Blackwood in a single, dramatic moment, it crept in slowly, quietly, persistently. Like water seeping through cracks he hadn’t known existed.

Damian stood at the wide window of the study long after the staff had retreated for the night, his reflection faint in the glass. The city lights beyond the gates glittered indifferently, life moving forward as though nothing monumental had shifted.

But everything had shifted, everything ...