Chapter 88 The Victory

• At that point, everyone had left the room. It was just the two of them and their confidence in the marking that just happened.
• "Damien…" she called softly, her voice carrying more than just his name.
• He did not answer immediately. His hand came up, slow and careful, as though he were afraid that moving too quickly might break the moment. His fingers brushed her cheek before settling there. It was warm and steady, grounding both of them.