Lazarak's words brought Damon's actions to a halt.
Honestly, Damon had never really had it in him to give children a special place in his heart just because they were children.
If anything, he had grown up with the cruel ideology of the streets of Valerion.
To him there wasn't much of a difference. He wasn't being cruel to them, but he also wouldn't allow them to lie to him.
In the end, Damon realized that in a way he was becoming exactly what had shaped him.
The thought made him pause.
He released his grip and let the boy fall to the ground. Lyn hit the dirt hard, immediately clutching his throat as he began to cough violently, his breaths sharp and uneven.
His sister rushed to him, kneeling at his side and gripping his shoulders tightly. Her eyes never left Damon's dark silhouette, deep apprehension etched into her face.
Lazarak smiled at them, stepping forward slightly.
