Damon slowly stood back up to his full, terrifying height. He looked down at the older woman.
"I will settle the score with every single one of you," Damon promised out loud. His voice was clear and filled with certainty. "One by one."
He listed their crimes, letting them know exactly what they were going to pay for.
"Starting from the suspicious death of my parents," Damon said, his eyes narrowing. "To framing Camilla as a spy for the enemy. To my accident that broke my leg. And every other little thing your greedy family has done to me in the dark."
Adeline closed her eyes for a moment.
Damon turned his body away from her. He looked down at the guard still kneeling in the dirt.
"But first," Damon said, his voice changing into a flat, emotionless tone. He rolled his shoulders and the sleeves of his shirt. "I have to deal with this."
The guard looked up. He saw Damon's dark eyes.
"Please, My Lord! No!" the guard pleaded, raising his hands to protect his face.
