Damon's instincts were on point as the very next moment, he felt a strong tug in the depths of his soul.
Namina grinned viciously, licking her lips. "Look here, pretty boy. Your looks are only average, but your body is top-notch. You don't have to beg mommy too much. I will take you in. There is just one small thing you need to do before that. Let go of your soul."
Even as she finished talking, a powerful surge slammed into Damon's consciousness.
The tug on his soul intensified, no longer subtle. It was invasive, cold, and razor-sharp, like invisible hooks trying to tear something fundamental out of him. Dark sigils flared beneath Namina's feet, forming a complex soul-binding formation.
A cold glint appeared in her eyes as she licked her lips and gazed at Damon with an insatiable hunger. "You will be a fine addition to my collection." She laughed loudly.
