CHAPTER 308
~Darien's Point Of View~
The morning light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains felt like an intruder. It was too bright and too hopeful for a house that had become a mausoleum.
Darien lay perfectly still, his arm deadened by the weight of Heidi's head resting against his chest. He didn't mind. He would have let his limb wither before he moved and risked waking her from the only peace she had found in seven days.
His mind, however, was a battlefield.
He stared at the ornate molding of the ceiling, but all he saw was the jagged, violet flash of Morgan's departure. It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense anymore. He tried to reconcile the image of the twin brothers… the two halves of a single soul, with the cold and evil shadow Morgan had become.
They had been the golden pair. Even in the height of their mischief, Morgan and Grayson had moved in a synchronized, brotherly motion.
Or so Darien had thought.
