Damion’s POV

Lies had a way of unraveling themselves.

And I wasn’t going to sit back and accept one without tearing it apart first.

Nathan wasn’t mine.

That’s what Isabelle had said.

That’s what she had looked me in the eye and sworn.

But something in me refused to believe it.

Not because I was desperate. Not because I wanted to cling to the past.

But because something about Christopher Bane’s death didn’t add up.

I sat at my desk, staring at the file I had pulled from my ...