“You’re not afraid of me, Callum?” he whispered, and I met his gaze head-on, feeling the darkness I’d worked so hard to suppress take me over. “No, Damian. I’m not afraid of you. You’re nothing I haven’t seen before. You’re just another monster.” He narrowed his eyes at me and licked his scarred lips. “Shouldn’t you be afraid of monsters, Mr. Walker?” His voice was soft, dangerous. Did he not realize that he was the one who had taught me how to hunt people like him? I was the thing the monsters were afraid of. I let out a dark laugh, holding his gaze. “Have you forgotten, Damian?” I gave him a
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