—- Chapter12 Damien’s POV An hour later, I burst into the resort. Seraphina was on the bed reading. Her face filled with panic when she saw me. “Damien? What are you-” “The Blood Moon,” I cut her off. “Five years ago.” Her face went white. “What… what are you talking about?” “Who. Saved. Me?” I bit out each word. “It was me, of course…” Her voice trembled. “LIAR!” I roared. “I saw the memory crystal!” Seraphina’s book fell to the floor. “J… [helped, too…” she stammered.
“We saved you together…” I walked toward her, staring into the eyes I once thought were so kind. —- Now all I saw was fear and deceit. “Did you know she nearly died saving me?” “J… [didn’t know she would use so much…” “You knew!” My voice turned to ice. “You knew she loved me, you knew she would do anything to save me, so you let her go first! And then you made sure you were the first person I saw when I woke up.” The whole ugly truth was laid bare.
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I looked at the woman in front of me and felt nothing of the “life debt” I thought I owed her. Only cold, hard disgust. “You ruined my life, Seraphina.” I didn’t need a ceremony. I didn’t need words. I reached inside myself, found the tainted, fragile bond I’d forged with her, and snapped it like a dry twig. Her screams of agony echoed through the resort. —- “Damien! Please!” she cried, grabbing for me. “What about the pup?” I threw a new magical test report on the bed. “Read it!
The energy signature on this pup’s paternal line doesn’t come from me! You were lying from the very beginning!” “Get out of my sight,” I said, turning away. “Go wherever you want. But if I ever see you again, you’ll regret it.” lused every resource, every contact I had. It took me three days to find Isla. Zurich, Switzerland. The Laurel Healers’ Guild. I booked the first flight out. Fifteen hours later, I was standing outside the Guild’s gates. I waited for three days. On the fourth day, I finally got my chance.
