Chapter 9

Under the bright overhead light, I finally saw what I had missed in the dim glow earlier. Damien’s face was covered in angry red welts, his normally piercing eyes bloodshot and raw. His breathing was ragged, his body trembling with restrained tension—like a beast fighting to stay in control.
My stomach twisted.
Before I could say a word, the family doctor rushed into the room, his movements quick and precise as he administered the necessary medication.