Chapter 87 The Mark Of Destiny

• Damien did not wake screaming. He woke like a man slipping away.
• His breathing came in short, uneven pulls, as if each breath cost him more than the last. His skin could not decide what it wanted to feel. One moment it burned under Aria’s touch; the next it turned cold like it had drained the warmth out of him completely.
• The strength that once filled him, the presence that made warriors lower their heads without question, was now buried under a dark and stubborn spell. The curse was not loud and did not tear him apart in a way anyone could see.