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~Damon's POV
I didn't even know how it all got that intense. One moment I was standing there, trying to keep my voice steady, and the next, my blood was boiling so hot I thought I was going to hit someone.
Rowan's tone was sharp, his eyes locked on mine like he was daring me to push him. My chest rose and fell fast, every muscle in me screaming to lash out.
"Don't you dare talk like you know everything!" I snapped, my voice echoing off the walls.
He stepped forward, so close I could feel the heat coming off him. "And don't you dare pretend like you don't know the truth!"
"Back off," I growled, clenching my fists.
Kael's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Damon, stop."
I glanced at him, but he wasn't looking at me with anger; he looked… tired. "You think you're the only one who's angry? You think you're the only one carrying pain? Our father… was a bad person. You know that."
I blinked, the words hitting me harder than I expected.
