Damon
The witch’s words echo in my skull like a curse that won’t stop humming.
> “All magic comes at a price, wolf. Yours will be your humanity.”
She had said it so calmly, as if she hadn’t just named the slow death of my soul.
But I didn’t care then.
And I don’t care now.
Because as I stand in the shadows outside Killian’s chamber, watching the faint flicker of candlelight wash over him and Lyra’s sleeping form, I know that I have won. I just have to reach for it.
The spell is already doing its work.
Every day, I feel it, the invisible thread that once connected Killian to her thinning, unraveling, becoming nothing but air. He looks at her differently now, with a hesitation that never existed before. He no longer leans into her presence like he used to; no longer seeks her scen
