Darius POV

I took in deep controlled breaths, dropping the phone in my hand to the side.

Now with my hands freed, I caressed the other half of The medallion between my fingers. The sting I always felt in the center of my chest where the medallion lead snapped to the parts of my fingers.

I pulled them away, allowing the pain to sizzle into oblivion.

I was used to this.

Pain, that is.

It had been an integral part of my life from birth.

But unlike weaklings who grew to fear pain, I ...