Chapter 15 Damion

He checked the address for the fourth time, feeling the bags under his eyes. He strained against the exhaustion, forcing his mind and body to focus on the mission at hand. He looked up at an apartment building that was eight stories tall with red brick exterior. Nigel and Joel flanked him, ready to kill this sick fuck that hurt his best friend's Mate. He felt eyes on them as they entered the building. He didn't care who watched him. He followed the steps to the fifth floor, walking down the sticky hallway until he reached the last door at the end. He nodded to Joel and Nigel before he slammed his foot against the door, sending it flying open and off its hinges. What he wasn't expecting to see was a lair of obsession.

As they entered the premises, every wall was covered with pictures of Lily. Lily smiling. Lily crying. Lily in pain. He had pictures of her bruises, her lacerations, her blood. He had it all around him like it was a giant gallery of her misery.