Sylvia retreated backward the more Damian advanced closer to her.
"What are you doing?" Her back hit the wall when the red glow in his eyes darkened further. She met those eyes and in that moment, it felt as if she was looking at someone else.
Damian blinked once and then the glow was gone. It felt as if it was all in her imagination.
"How did you know that witch?" It was the first question he asked as he towered over her like that with her back plastered to the wall.
It took a while for her mind to process his question.
"Witch?" She asked him "Have you forgotten that i am one too?"
"I f*****g know that you are and that's why i am asking you. She's the woman at the motel right?" Damian looked at her with narrowed eyes as he whispered "The feathers"
"What aboout them?" Her brows kn
