Evaline:
The words hit harder than anything else he had said so far.
"What does that mean?" I asked, panic rising instantly. "Damian-what did you do?"
His expression didn't change. It stayed cold, detached, like he's talking about something insignificant. "I just made sure that old hag won't create trouble for me later."
My stomach dropped. "No…" I whispered, shaking my head. "No, you-"
"She was in the way," he added. "I already did her a big favor by playing her grandson for so long. Or she might have died the day she would have seen his dead body."
My heart clenched painfully. "P-please... please tell me she's al-"
"I said I took care of it."
The finality in his tone made my breath catch. Fear surged through me, sharp and overwhelming.
Because I knew him. I knew what he was capable of, what he had done before, and the things he had justified with that same calm voice.
"You are worrying about the wrong person."
