Chapter Eighty Five

Fifteen years ago

Damian's POV

Lilith's hair burnishes in the sun as she plays out in the yard. She's four now, a cute little kid that barely talks.

Her presence is like a calming balm for Onyx; I cannot explain it, but he likes her a lot.

I wonder if she will actually be revealed as our mate when she grows.

It would make sense; everything would fall into a place of belonging if that were our destiny.

The chase he made, the information he had me gather.

The forceful way in which he took her to prove a point that he can take whatever and whomever he wants.

Lilith was but an innocent when we took her, and now she is tainted. I can feel it.

Her soul is sad and blackened by Onyx and his games.

Twice, that's how many times he's had me locked her down in the rooms below. Nothing but darkness and her cries to keep her company.

I don't get it. I don't understand.

He doesn't want her to grow an opinion or mature like any other person, yet he hates that she doesn't talk or eat with cu