Chapter Forty Three
Sophie’s POV I woke up with my heart already racing. The mansion was too quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy with warning. Lucas slept peacefully in the crib beside our bed, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. But even in sleep, faint golden-red sparks danced across his skin. The power inside him was growing stronger every single day. Damon wasn’t beside me. I found him on the balcony, bare chest despite the chill, staring out into the dark forest. The fresh scars from yesterday’s battle were visible on his muscular back. I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek to his warm skin. “You didn’t sleep,” I whispered. He turned and pulled me against his chest, his large hands across my back. “How can I? The Devourer is coming. Three days,
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