Chapter 228

• “They kept begging… begging for forgiveness, blaming it all on the devil like that made it better. I told them I wished they would just die. I couldn’t stand looking at either of them—I dashed out, ignoring the pain in my ribs, my fists, my heart. I got in my car and drove off like a madman, tuning out their voices, their pleas, everything.”
• Ayla’s brows furrowed, her breath hitching. “God, Damien…”
• “They chased after me in Richard’s car. Probably afraid I’d do something stupid. Or maybe just desperate to make me stop long enough to listen.”