Chapter 38 Chap Thirty-seven

• I couldn't believe I was standing in front of Neticia's portrait—the woman Damon first loved. The first woman he cherished. The one who transformed him. Just one look at her, and you'd know she wasn't ordinary, even though she was merely a housekeeper at the palace.
• I glanced around the room, realizing it belonged to Neticia. Exploring every corner, I felt a dull ache in my chest, knowing so many of her memories were formed here. The room was cozy and immaculately kept, a reflection of the beautiful woman she was. My eyes settled on the large painting hanging on the wall.
• "Damon misses you... do you know that?" I murmured to her picture, swallowing the bitter lump forming in my throat. I exhaled deeply, a faint smile tugging at my lips as I admired her captivating face.