Damon’s POV

The air in the guest room felt like it was being sucked out through a vacuum. I stared at the photograph in my hand—the man with my face, my jawline, even the slight crook in the bridge of my nose. He was holding a child, a boy with eyes that mirrored mine so perfectly it felt like looking into a distorted past.

"Damon," Aria whispered, her voice trembling as she gripped my arm. "Do you have a twin? A brother? Someone your parents never told you about?"

I shook my head, my ...