Chapter 8

• Damon:
• I walked out of the Infirmary, each step heavier than the previous one. My mind played with the image of Sienna refusing to even look at her own child.
• The way that she looks away from her, the way that her face twisted with pain and rejection made my chest ache. And though I couldn't decide whether it was out of pain, anger, or just the rejection itself that made my chest tighten, I knew that it was something darker, something that I did not like, something that I wanted to push away.