Damian’s POV

Morning came quietly, the way it always did at the Blackwood mansion, with filtered sunlight sliding through the tall windows and the soft movements of staff beginning their day. Nothing about the house suggested that anything had changed overnight. Everything looked the same, everything functioned the same. But he had not slept, he couldn't.

He sat at the edge of his bed long before dawn, fully dressed, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together so tightly his ...