Chapter 41
Holy. f*****g. s**t. In that instant, my fiery aura is doused with arctic water as my mouth dries into a desert. Damon seems pleased with his icy extinguishing. Then Jenova walks around to join us. "Clive, honey, there you are. I think you forgot the suit I laid out for you." He turns his gaze from me to Cruella... I mean... Jenova. "I'd rather be comfortable, Mother." I swallow hard, remembering how very cold and callous he is at the very mention of his mother. She frowns, and then her eyes blaze with a bit of venom when she sees my arm has returned to Damon's hold. "Damon, perhaps we should enter together, darling." He looks from Clive to me, and with heavy reluctance, he allows her to drag him away. Luneth lets out a small chuckle as he walks off, leaving me alone with the dark magic us
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