But the one who had stabbed him was not Iris.
Her hands were still shaking, but her sword hand had stopped at his chest. She had not pushed it through.
She had frozen.
The sword had come from his back.
From the one place he had least expected it.
Damon reached toward where his heart was, blood gushing from his mouth as a bitter, metallic taste filled his throat.
He slowly turned his head.
The person who had stabbed him was standing behind him.
Her hands were shaking.
Her face was filled with fear and terror.
Tears fell from her eyes.
Damon gasped as blood spilled from his lips.
"Luna... you..."
Her eyes met his.
There was more anguish in them than Damon had ever seen.
"Y... you're a traitor! How... how could you be a demon!"
She screamed the last word as Damon fell to his knees.
All his life, Damon had pictured everyone betraying him.
But never once, never once had he imagined that Luna would.
His own sister.
