Chapter 44 - The Mark Of The Link

• Damon
• The morning is dark, the sky thick with clouds. The air is heavy, saturated with the tension of the previous night. The cabin is plunged into an oppressive silence, disturbed only by Alina's short breath against my chest.
• She's asleep, but her face is tight, as if her mind is still chained to what Ezra did to her. My arm is around her waist, my fingers unconsciously brushing the curve of her back. Her skin is cold, far too cold.