EPISODE 10

DAMIEN'S POV

I leaned back in the cold, stone chair of the tower, letting the silence settle around me. The air was thick with the scent of iron—blood. Lord Seth stood a few feet away, watching me closely, his sharp gaze never wavering. His presence, as always, was unsettling. He had been the one I left in charge, the one who maintained order in my absence. Yet now, he stood there, arms crossed, questions heavy in the air.

“What is going on, Draven?” Seth’s voice broke through the quiet, laced with suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he studied me, then flicked to the wooden bowl of blood I held in my hands. “Who’s that girl you brought here? I smelled your venom in her. Who is she?”

I didn’t answer right away, staring down into the bowl of blood. The liquid was dark, rich, and inviting. With a swift movement, I brought the bowl to my lips and drank deeply, the blood sliding down my throat in a satisfying, warm rush. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, savouring the way it still fu