Damien’s POV

By the time I reached my house, dawn was slowly creeping into the sky—soft streaks of pink brushing against the fading night. I paused outside my front door, hand still on the knob, and let out a long breath.

Maximus.

My brother.

My stubborn, reckless, infuriating brother…

We were okay.

I never thought I’d live to see the day.

I leaned my forehead against the wooden door and closed my eyes. My chest felt light—almost too light. Like I’d been carrying a boulder for years and someone had finally lifted it off my back.

Our parents…Goddess, they would’ve been so proud.

I inhaled deeply—

And froze.

A scent....