Namara's POV:

Damien stared at me as if I had grown horns.

“What the hell are you saying?” He snapped. “How can you tell me to send my sister away from her own house? What’s going on with you? Why are you acting this way?”

I didn’t even let him finish, I raised a hand sharply as an unmistakable gesture for silence.

“Enough.” I said, my voice low but cold as ice. “I’m not here to listen to excuses or whatever nonsense you or both of you have to say. I’m telling you, ...