Zion
I had barely taken a few steps into the clinic when I saw Damian, his eyes wild with grief and something far darker. I wasn't prepared for what came next. In an instant, he lunged at me, his body moving faster than I could react, his fists already aimed at my face before I even had the chance to register what was happening.
Pain exploded across my jaw as his fist connected, and I staggered back, barely keeping my balance.
"Damian!" My father yelled out to the man, but there was no stopping him. His hands were around my collar before I could even think to defend myself. His strength, fueled by the raw pain in his chest, was terrifying. I could feel the fury rolling off him like waves, threatening to drown me.
"You did this!" he growled, his face inches from mine, his breath ragged and hot. "You did this to my son!"
"What are you talking about, you mad man?!" I returned with the last breath I had in me.
