Darach's jaw instantly clenched, and I could see the muscle flexing beneath the layer of skin. I gritted my teeth and pressed my lips together― this couldn't be an easy conversation. Dahlia Elrod had never been the best sister, but Darach always had her best interests at heart before the nosy lot of us disrupted this strange peace they had between them.
Or at least, whatever semblance of peace there was.
Either way, Darach always had a soft spot for his sister― that was the whole reason why we became acquainted in the first place. He had hoped for a better life for Dahlia away from Damon. Alas, he was right.
If their lives hadn't been intertwined, perhaps Dahlia Elrod would still be alive now.
"She died," Darach said nonchalantly, keeping his face straight. "Everyone dies."
I breathed in deeply through my nose, my tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip. My words were already at the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out, when Darach spoke again.