Chapter 84: The Devil’s Face DAMIEN’S POV The hall felt colder than it should have. Embers in the hearth popped and hissed, throwing faint orange flickers across the flagstones. I paced the length of the room with my boots scraping the stone, each step louder than the last because the silence pressed in too hard. Cassandra’s confession still burned in my ears. Cassian—The Dark One. The voice that had lived inside my head for years, feeding me purpose, rage, and direction. The same man I had trusted with my plans, my hate, my every move against Anya.I stopped in front of the fire and stared into the coals until my eyes watered. My chest ached, not just the curse, but something deeper, and sharper. Betrayal tasted like copper and ash.From the beginning it had never been about killing her. The car crash, the fire, her parents’ death. I had believed Cassian when he said Anya had to die before she destroyed me, before the curse finished what her grandmother started. I had believed it
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