Chapter 106 The Search

The safe house was a rustic cabin deep in the mountains, far from the city’s reaching fingers. Jackson watched as Damian thrashed in his sleep, his hand instinctively moving to his left shoulder where a faded scar remained - the place where Serena’s bullet had struck him nine months ago. “Don’t... the papers...” Damian muttered, sweat beading on his forehead. “Not my mother... never was...”