My body felt heavy, like I had been buried under water for too long. My eyelashes fluttered as light slowly filtered into my vision. Everything was quiet except for the sound of my own shaky breathing. My head pounded, and when I blinked again, I realized I wasn't on the study table anymore.
I was sitting on the couch.
The room looked the same, dimly lit and warm, but everything inside me had changed. I swallowed hard as my memories came rushing back. Princess Anastasia's words echoed in my head like a curse that wouldn't stop repeating itself. The seed must die in order to give life.
My throat burned. My hands trembled in my lap. I couldn't even bring myself to look around at first.
Then I heard him.
"You look so cute… Master."
I froze, that's when I realized a pair of hands pressing my cheeks. Everything that seemed blurry was now clear.
I jerked his hands off my face as if they were scalding my skin. Damon stood in front of me with a funny face, and he reeked of alcohol.
