Rachel's POV Vaughn's golden eyes flickered between their usual color and the abyssal black that signified the curse's hold on him. He wanted to scoff, to dismiss my words, but I had seen it - the sliver of doubt that cracked through his certainty. That was all I needed. I took another step forward. "You think this power is yours to command, but deep down, you know the truth, don't you?" My voice was steady, unwavering. "You didn't take this power. It took you." Vaughn's lips curled into a snarl, but I saw the hesitation in his stance. "Shut up," he snapped, but his voice lacked its usual bite. Good. Keep pushing, I mentally told myself. I let my eyes drift past him, to the dark energy pulsing around him like a living entity. The Mark of the Forsaken. It twisted and coiled like smoke, feeding off his emotions - his rage, hatred, vengeance - growing stronger with every moment he gave in to them. But now, doubt had seeped into him. And doubt weakened the Mark's hold.
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