Damien
Damien woke up with а splintering headache and а parched throat. The entire world swayed around him even as he lay on his uncomfortable straw bed in his tiny cell for only the gods knew how long, just staring at the ceiling, not able to form a coherent thought.
He knew the door was not locked and he didn’t need to move to feel the shackles were no longer on his wrists - they were only used when he was presented as entertainment throughout one of the vampires’ ungodly feasts for fear he might go mad and attack his masters. Little did they know that up to last night he had no such intentions, that there was no fight left in him.
But last night… it changed something in him. Something had shifted deep in the pits of his blackened soul as Mia’s eyes landed on him and he saw the defian
