Damien POV:
I awoke again. I had no context of time and what was going on. I was just rolling through the pain like waves thrashing against a rock near the shore. The high priestess was there with her maidens. With a flick of her finger, everyone left the room, even my mother. She keeled down beside me as the other maidens, without instruction, did the same. They wiped my forehead with a cool wet cloth. "Do you remember our conversation the last time we spoke?" Asked the High Priestess.
... You will only get one.
"Yes," I said, my voice caught in my dry throat. She gave me a wise smile and another maiden offered me a sip of water."That is good," she murmured. "Because your one chance is slipping away." My heartbeat stumbled. Her eyes—pale silver, always too knowing—studied me as if sh
