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~Damon's POV
I just stood there, looking at Thorne. My mind wasn't even processing the words he was saying. I couldn't focus. My eyes were locked on his face, tracing every sharp line, every movement, every flicker of his eyes.
He looked… like Lisa. Too much like her. It wasn't just a passing resemblance. It was the same eyes, the same curve of his jaw, the same sharpness in his expression when he was angry. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, forcing myself to think.
I finally shook my head slightly, trying to regain control. I had to. I couldn't let this derail me. Not now. Not when there was so much to do. I nodded to myself and left the hall. I needed to talk to Rowan and Kael. They needed to know.
