Meanwhile, on the other side of the road, Damien knelt beside Enzo, who was still recovering from the brutal slam. His hand reached out, his fingers coiling around his son's neck. He jerked him upright, dragging him until they were face-to-face—both on their knees.
"I don't even know how I managed to put up with your nonsense for this long. I should've done this the moment you began ignoring my letters."
Enzo's breaths came out ragged, his jaw tight as pain radiated through his throat from his father's grip. But even through it, his blue eyes began to darken, shifting into a deeper, stormier shade. His fangs elongated, and his fingers twitched aggressively before they clenched into a fist.
Then he struck. With all the force he could summon, he drove his fist into Damien's abdomen.
The blow landed hard, forcing a grunt out of the older vampire. He instinctively released Enzo's neck and got up, staggering back a step.
