Collateral Damage

Vesper’s POV

Standing motionless on the porch, I peered silently through the half-open blinds. The rhythmic thumping of my heart leveled out, replaced by an icy calm flooding my veins. The cramped living room of my family's rundown house had been invaded.

At the center of it all, sitting at our worn dining table like he owned the place, was a man covered in bad ink. Jagged black tattoos crawled