Chapter 63
- Damon's POV
- The room was suffocating with the scent of fear and sweat. My chest screamed for mercy, but I shoved the pain aside, forcing myself upright. I wasn’t done. Not yet. I had to know if what this witch was spewing had any truth to it.
- “You don’t believe a word she says, do you?” John asked, his voice laced with doubt.