The final Wyrdkey. He dropped her arm, sliding the Wyrdkey into his pocket, and turned for the portal. But a hand wrapped around his, feeble and shaking. He whirled, a hand going to Damaris, and found her staring up at him. Tears slid down her face. “Kill me,” she breathed. Dorian blinked. “You—you pushed it back.” Not the key, but the demon inside her, he realized. Somehow, with that healing magic— “Kill me,” she said, and began sobbing. “Kill me, please.”
KOA - my heart is breaking with Dorian’s rn
