I was dressed in a flowing red dress with an elegant design, and long, wide sleeves that draped to the floor. My hair was let down, and the soft wind from the window made it swirl.
It hadn't stopped raining, the weather was a mess, and the entire castle was vacant and cold.
My shoes echoed against the polished floor as I wandered alone. I was a wreck; the aftermath of feeling Damon's last moments still crushed me. It felt like I was drowning, and I wanted nothing more than to be freed of it.
The phantom mark was no more, but the remnants lingered. I couldn't wait for it to extinguish completely, for I didn't want to be tied to it.
Drevon stayed by my side the entire night, but neither of us said a word, and when I woke up, I found him gone. I thought about going to him, but I felt that wasn't a wise decision.
I stopped in front of a door, knocking and when I heard no response, I pushed against it and walked into the vast, colorful room.
