*Olivia*
I stared at Daemon in shock, blinking hard to make the illusion disappear, but it really was him standing inside my childhood home, looking as dark and dangerous as he always did. Before either Byron or I could react to his presence, Daemon dashed forward and punched Byron in the face, causing my brother to lose his grip on me.
Byron fell to his knees and started yelling at Daemon. Daemon wasn’t affected at all by my brother and put a gentle arm around me before pulling me from the room and escorting me quickly out of the house.
I was concerned about Byron and wanted to return, but Daemon just continued pulling me toward his car. “Your brother is going to be fine,” he said, though his voice was tight. “I didn’t punch him that hard. It wasn’t even enough to break his nose. You should worry about yourself, though. You’re bleeding!”