It was a child's voice. Small, trembling, familiar.
Damon's body went rigid. His eyes flicked around warily, even though the fog was so dense he could barely see his own arm. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, but his heart skipped a beat.
"I'm cold… Damon… why didn't you come sooner?" The voice continued. It was unmistakable his niece's voice.
"Lola?" Damon frowned, pausing for a moment. He then snarled. "Illusions. Cheap tricks." But the growl lacked conviction. His hands trembled slightly.
There was no possible reason why his niece should be here. She was probably with Leira or still locked up. He knew that for a fact and yet he couldn't bring himself to just let it go.
What if it was her? What is this trial had somehow teleported her just to test him? All sorts of theories popped up in his mind. Soon he was not sure of anything. There was a strange unease rising in his heart which made him extremely anxious and nervous.
