Chapter 115: Headlines

[3rd POV—Damon]

Blood. That was all that he could see.

The crimson, viscous liquid pooled around the concrete floor and flooded his vision.

He wasn’t supposed to be afraid of it.

In fact, he had to bathe himself numerous times with the blood of his enemies.

He even knows what’s the taste of it.

However, it becomes entirely different when the blood that is spilling right now is from the woman he cherished the most.

His beacon of light.

The only good in his bad.

It was terrifying to look at.

Utterly frightening to the point that his mind almost immediately went blank.

The rage that had bottled up inside him blew up and started to consume him. His wrath traveled from his chest channeled into his arm and into his finger, prompting him to squeeze the trigger just in time for Cara’s body to fall limply into the floor.

One bullet.

It could only take one bullet to be able to end a person’s life. But it wasn’t going to be enough.

Damon shoots Burson in the shoulders at first, then his leg, gi