DAMON’S POV. I furrowed my brows in confusion, wondering what the witch was going on about. “I see her,” she suddenly growled, mumbling some incoherent words. “What the fuck is she saying?” I asked, directing the question to my mother. “Don't interrupt her, son,” She replied, raising her hand, “Let her be.” I rolled my eyes in frustration as the witch kept on mumbling in a strange language, her eyes rolling back and forth. “I see a woman! Long raven black hair with deep blue eyes like the ocean. She's with a child, Yes, a male pup.” My face contorted in a frown at her description. “Why does this person seem familiar?” “Think about it, Damon,” my mother uttered. My eyes widened as realization dawned on me. “ Is she talking about Melody? Oh, come on! That woman is history to me,” I stated in a bored tone, clearly running out of patience. I didn't want to hear another sermon about her being my fated mate and how I might need her or any other bullshit talk along those lines.
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