Chapter 93 - The Call Of The Blood

• Alina
• I wake up in deep darkness, the weight of a familiar heat enveloping my body. Damon is there, his arm firmly rolled around my waist, his warm breath touching my neck. My heart is still beating at an irregular pace, haunted by the memory of Caelan. This feeling of cold which infiltrated under my skin, the black mist that was choking me ...
• I'm shivering. Damon tightens his embrace immediately, his lips gently brushing against my temple.