Abellona bit her lips when he said that. She subconsciously touched the black mark on her neck. There was a sinister type of magic traveling through her body.
She was hot, like she was burning up. Her insides were on fire, her body filled with so many injuries.
Worst of all, her mind was clouded with all these desires she never knew she had.
For what it was worth, she didn't remember much either. She wished she could tell him how she got the curse from Ashcroft, but it had all happened so fast…it was a blur.
At least it seemed so in her mind. It was like she had subconsciously created a mental disconnect between her actual memories and the cruel reality.
Now she could only vaguely remember Damon getting cut in half and her battle cry—or rather, her scream. In reality, it was just a helpless scream she had made, maybe to give herself a little courage as she faced the overwhelming might of Ashcroft.
What happened after, she did not know.
