DAMIAN POV
“Magret Margerie.”
“Impossible” I muttered, leaving Zion on the ground, he moved forward, approaching Asmeral, “did you say Magret?”
I simply couldn't believe it. Magret was a curse for me. She made me love her and then be her prey under the full moon, she didn't love me, and yet she was the first woman I ever really loved in the most naive and pure way I could. She would never love like that again. She would never love again.
But Magret was already past.
“It's what you think, Damian” she read my mind, how could she? I haven't given her permission, one of her hands reaches out to me and closes her eyes, “I can see something about her in you.”
I can feel her presence in my memories, she can see how open a book he is, checking my wounds, those dark times, where a handsome yo
