CHAPTER 90 : Kindred Spirits

• Damian remained locked in a piercing gaze, his eyes drilling into her with an intensity that unsettled her. The witch girl squirmed uncomfortably, unable to decipher the thoughts swirling within Damian's mind.
• "I'm not jesting," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. She held the knife against Vivian's neck, her wavering grip revealing her own vulnerability.
• Without flinching, Damian retorted, his voice laced with an unwavering determination, "I've sworn death upon you all, and I never break my promises. The only way you'll leave here is in death's embrace."