Damian’s POV
The ground chamber of the Sun Prince was a masterpiece of light. Massive mirrors lined the high marble walls, designed to catch and amplify the glow of the dozen enormous Sun crystals embedded in the ceiling. The room was eternally bright, perfect and comfortably warm.
I stood in the center of the white rug, stripped naked to the waist, staring at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling glass.
I did not look perfect.
I gripped the edges of the marble vanity until my knuckles turned white. A violent, agonizing pain ripped through my chest.
I doubled over, a choked gasp tearing from my throat as I coughed. I spat into the porcelain basin.
It was blood. Thick, dark and laced with an unnatural shimmering gold.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my trembling hand. I then lo
