Damien POV
God help me. I know I should feel sorry for my mother, but something inside of me is so angry and resentful that it's overwhelming all of my senses. I'm not like Winter. I can't just forgive and forget. Our mother is lying. She could have come back to get us at anytime and we would have gone with her, no questions asked. Especially since it would have been infinitely better than living with our bastard father.
I shouldn't have stormed off. I gather my thoughts and walk back towards the living room, Winter and mother embracing. I swallow hard. "Did she tell you that she killed our miserable son of a b***h father" I spit out, Langdon sucking in a breath as I plonk back down on the chair. "That he was trying to get to us after being locked in a dungeon? It must have been so nice
