SCAR OF SCANTHIN
Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this?
He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was
so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her.
"How many witches are in Scanthin ?”
“I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”
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