*
“I’m sorry, what?”
Sabrina chuckled, a hint of derision on her lips. She was so nonchalant that it almost would have seemed impossible that she had just uttered such bullshit less than a minute ago. She stared at me calmly, arms folded in front of her like a statue of some Roman general who had given an order and was waiting for the obedient slave to do as instructed.
“I knew you would react this way,” she said. “It’s absurd. I get it. But I’m telling you, it’s the best and safest option for you right now.”
“You’re serious about this?” I asked confusedly. “You want me to willingly let Damian Lockheart bite me?”
“That’s right,” she said. “Damian must bite you, and it has to be on the night of a full moon. The goddess must bear witness to the union of two souls, and only then will sh
