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~Damon's POV
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to speak. "You know…" I began softly, breaking the silence, "Lisa was actually a nice person."
My voice came out rough, like it had been trapped in my throat all day.
Kael turned his head slightly, his face pale, eyes tired. Rowan was lying on the next bed, his arm bandaged, his breathing uneven. Neither of them said anything, so I continued, my gaze fixed on the dimly burning fire.
"Lisa really was," I said again, almost to myself. "You never gave her a chance. We just assumed she didn't belong here, treated her like she was trash."
Kael sighed quietly. His lips twitched, but he said nothing.
I let out a shaky laugh. "Funny, isn't it? We thought she was weak. But she stood her ground against us, even when we were cruel to her. She still showed kindness."
Rowan slowly opened his eyes and turned his head toward me. His expression was sad. "Damon…" he said softly. "Don't."
"Don't what?" I asked.
