Darius POV
I woke up in pain, the monitors making incessant noises, with all the beeping and shrieks, it was driving me insane. I glared at the white-washed walls and ceiling, knowing I was in the hospital and knowing that one man, that son of a b***h Rowan had put me there. My mother was sitting in the armchair, dozing lightly. I wondered how long she had been there. My father was awake and as my eyes looked over at him, he got up with ease from his own seat and wandered over, gently grabbing my hand and squeezing it.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like I got hit by a truck" I rasped, feeling a little ashamed that I had lost the fight. My father said nothing for a moment, but his eyes turned black, a sure sign that he was pissed off.
"Did you really let a prisoner out from Rowan
