“No, Lord D. Until now, I did not know a Guardian exited.”
“Find whoever this Guardian is and why it matters to the mark and, as well, prepare the ritual. With or without the Guardian, I want that mark off her body.” He commanded in a deep voice that complimented the look on his face.
“I'll put in my best and report to you with the good results. Good night, Lord D.” He responded calmly and exited the room.
A deep sigh of worry surged through Damon's lips as he walked to the window, staring at the sky.
“I don't know what I will do if I lose you too, Cherub. You have to fight, for my sake, please.” His mumbled voice quivered.
He walked back to his bed, laid down and soon nodded off.
The next morning, he woke up to the sound of the birds and the almost blinding ray of the sun that pen
