Chapter 43 - The Awakening Of The Shadow
- Damon
- The silence of the night hangs like a shroud. Alina is in my arms, her breath ragged against my chest. Every breath is painful, every beat of her heart sounds like a death knell in my head.
- I lay her gently on the makeshift bed in the hut, my fingers brushing the fragile curve of her face. Her complexion is livid, purplish shadows marking the skin beneath her eyes.