"Lisa!"

A voice boomed before the knife could land, and Damian's body rushed forward.

He placed his hand under the knife, a sharp pain rushing up his brain while tackling Lisa to the ground.

"What are you doing?!" Damien's loud voice shook, as he took the knife from her, throwing it as far as he could.

He hissed, covering the wound on his palm as blood spilled from it.

After the night of the blood moon, he had been confined by Marcos and had just been released from his room.

It had been a while since he talked to Lisa, so he decided to come see her.

Plus, his brother...