Nineteen

Damien's eyes held mine, a hint of curiosity in their depths. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

I hesitated, unsure of how to reveal my feelings. But something about his kind expression put me at ease. "I think I might be falling for you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Damien's face lit up with a radiant smile. "I'm already there," he said, his eyes shining with warmth.

My clone sister cleared her throat, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, isn't this sweet?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I blushed, feeling a mix of emotions. But Damien just chuckled and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. "We'll figure it out together," he said.

Just then, a soft voice interrupted us. "Um, excuse me?" It was Mira, the young sorceress. "I don't mean to intrude, but Eira wants to see you all in the council chamber. There's something important to discuss."

We exchanged a look, our moment of tenderness forgotten for now. But I knew that this wa