Chapter 80 Mending The Broken

• Hailey
• It was no secret that Damien carried magic on his tongue—both the good kind and the dangerous kind. And right now, as he drew me closer and closer to the edge, I couldn't tell which magic this was—but it was magic nonetheless. A magic so potent it made me forget the wounds I carried, the pain I'd endured, the horrors I'd survived. Maybe he was magic himself but when had he ever let me get close enough to understand him fully?
• "Damien," I moaned, gripping his head tightly, my other hand brushing against the back of his neck, feeling a shiver ripple through me. And if I weren't wrong—a shiver passed through his spine as well. I felt it, against my skin, in my flesh.