Someplace special

Sabrina’s POV

I couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth, my bare feet brushed against the cold floor, waiting for Damon to come. I was anxious...who wouldn't be after having such a vision.

I turned at every slight noise, hoping Damon would walk through that door and tell me that the witch was dead, I wouldn't have any reason to worry.

I pressed my temples. I still couldn't wrap my head salting the fact that Nymeria was a twin. Now it finally made sense.

No wonder the woman in my vision had felt so different. She had Nymeria’s face but there was something dark about her features. Not the dark makeup—like shadows bleeding under her skin. Ominous, suffocating, like she carried death inside her. Nymeria had always been calm, kind, her presence steadying. Nothing like what I’d seen.

But then another thought clawed at me. If Damon knew Nymeria’s sister was the witch who cursed him, why keep Nymeria close? Why take that risk at all? Damon wasn’t careless—he was the opposite of it. Everything he