18 The truth finally told

Date = 8 November

Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)

POV - Melaena

I’ve never been to Satan’s lair… aka Damion’s place. Not once. Never been allowed, or invited, for that matter. Okay, granted he’s only been staying on his own for about two years, one of which I haven’t been around, but still.

And now I look at the breathtakingly beautiful two-story in awe. It’s mainly constructed out of limestone, with lots of glass, separated by iron and wood. It almost looks like a modern take on a mountain cottage, complete with a chimney and everything. It’s just bigger, much bigger than I imagined, and L-shaped with a hipped roof. Somewhere in my mind, it tickles a familiarity button, but I know I’ve never been here.

As I walk on a pathway edged by green shrubs, colorful blooms, and shining lights, I gawk at my surroundings. I think we need to find another name for this … it’s more like an angel’s retreat. A dark angel.

It is surrounded on three sides by a forest, with the trees creating omin