Damian’s POV

The door closed behind him with a soft click, but it echoed through his skull like a slammed gate shutting him inside his own mind. He didn’t look back, if he did, he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep walking.

His footsteps sounded heavy along the corridor, slower than usual, lacking the crisp, sharp rhythm he was known for. His chest felt too tight, his throat burned. Something inside him twisted violently every time he replayed Evelyn’s face in his memory, the ...