The fact that I couldn’t regulate the darkness on my own was frustrating. I thought back to Damien. I was able to control it during the short time I spent with him. Or was he controlling it? I blew out a long breath and opened my eyes. Branna stood a few feet away with a concerned look on her face. Her violet eyes, a stark contrast to the black hair that framed her pale face, were soft and comforting. “You all right?” I could listen to her raspy brogue all day. “Honestly? I’m not sure.” She looked out the front window and a knowing frown crossed her lips. “Wanna talk about it?” Of all the Faithful that had lived in the house, Branna was my favorite. She was strong and didn’t take any nonsense from anyone. She’d even stuck up for me after the incident with Sebastian and Ethan and Noah decided he was ready for a fight. *** 2 weeks ago “No, I’ve told you.
