Damon’s POV
Everything was dark.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.
But I could see things. Flashes of images. They came and went so quickly that they rarely made sense, but a few stuck in my mind. Those ones were the worst of all.
I saw Andrei stumbling through a cave, his eyes clouded and his face twisted with pain. His clothes were torn and covered in blood. He was calling out for someone, but I couldn’t hear the name. I saw him stagger, then fall outside an enormous set of double doors.
The image shifted before I could make sense of it. Natalia appeared, holding a crying, naked baby against her chest. She looked awful—pale and gaunt, her dress stained with blood that ran down from between her legs. She was in some kind of stone room with a fire burning in the corner.
A man was stan
