Nicolle’s POV:

I screamed his name the moment the blood started pouring, my voice cracking like shattered glass in the suffocating darkness of the cell. “Damien! Damien, no—oh God, what have you done?” Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the himg of blood that already coated my hands as I dropped to my knees beside him.

He was slumped against the wall, the metal rod protruding grotesquely from his neck, with blood bubbling out in pulses that soaked the filthy straw beneath us ...