This girl had magick flowing through her veins. That was what Damius wanted all along. The reason he beat her, tortured her, humiliated her, tried to break her. All for the rare magick he thought she possessed. She’d thought he was crazy. No amount of beating her flesh or breaking her mind had produced anything close to powers. But maybe her magick had simply waited for the right time. Now, she had it, but she wouldn’t let Damius have her.
