Chapter 50

DAMIAN POV

“And who is Abigail?”

"It's my wife."

“Love softens people, love makes you weak, little brother.”

Asmeral looked covered in blood, her clothes were dyed crimson, her hair was damp, she was bathed in blood, and she did not show a bit of compassion, she has taken the lives of an entire coven of witches, she has taken out the hearts of each one. Who took yours? Who discouraged my brother?

Bastián was never like that, the little I remember was seeing him sing that song at the top of his lungs in the bar, before I could shake his hair in my hands, now I wouldn't dare get stained with the blood that falls from him in drops.

Bastián, what monster have you become?

“You left me alone, Damian, I had to continue without you.” He answers those questions inside my head, he shows me a nostalgic look, the past is touching the deepest part of his being. And, it's as if I can see that kind young man breathe again, “A lot of things happened after you left, but they don't matter anymore, it d