Damon didn't know how he was supposed to act. Jordan had been Julian's mother, but she had come to mean more to Damon than his own. His mother wasn't a terrible person, but she hadn't stopped Damon's father from being an arsehole to Damon either. He liked his Mum, and hated his father. And when his half-sister, Hannah had died, he hadn't felt much of anything. They hadn't been close. This time, he felt it. Jaida was more a sister to him than Hannah had been, even at thirteen months. And some man had cut her head off and erased her existence in seconds. Should he cry? Should he scream? Should he lock himself in his room with Aislinn like Julian had? That one he couldn't do because Julian wouldn't let him in.
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