"Kaelos…" Odessa called out from beside me, forcing me to swerve to face her.
She had a concerned expression on her face and held a pair of skinny jeans in both hands and a shopping bag.
But that concern she felt seemed small compared to the absolute horror that went through me when I recognised the clip that was being played on the TV screen.
That dimly lit throne room… was mine. Or rather, what used to be my father's.
This setting. This scene… It haunted me for years and put me on edge.
A day I did something which I felt was necessary while also being eaten with guilt about it.
And I didn't know what was happening or who managed to get their hands on this clip but I definitely didn't want to rewatch it.
'What the fuck do you mean you don't know who managed to get their… Dude, it's that bitch! Madame Greyheart.' Damon growled in my mind. 'She's always said her little birdies or whatever will sound the alarm about what we did if we ever kill her.'
