Prologue

Prologue

Damon

The sound of the prison doors closing behind me took my breath away as much today as it had the first time, six years ago. The difference was today I was on the right side.

Last time when I'd inhaled, I'd sucked in air that reeked of desperation, fear, dashed dreams and urine. Today, I gulped in the deep, clean, mountainous, salty air of my hometown. Today, I sucked in freedom.

I walked through the dusty gravel to the front gate and nodded at the guard there.

"Stay out of trouble," the man said as he opened the chain link gate that was the last obstacle between me and the rest of my life.

He smirked when he said it, like he was sure I wouldn't, and he'd be seeing me again soon.

He was right. On one account anyway. I wouldn't be staying out of trouble. The difference was, this time, I didn't intend to get caught.