I grimaced as he wrapped the bandages around my hand. Then, he brought his head closer, blowing air on the wounds.
My eyes widened, almost bulging out. 'This… this… isn't Damon.'
"Master… what are you doing?"
"Blowing air on your wounds so it doesn't hurt," he answered without looking up at me.
"But that… that is very unlike you. You are scaring me, Master."
He sighed. He spared me a glance before he focused back on what he was doing.
"You don't know me, Ember," he muttered.
"I want to. Tell me more about yourself, help me to understand you."
'So I can find a way to make you grant my request.'
"All you need to know is, I have a deep feud with the witches and the Fae. They took something very important from me, so I swore to make them pay for what I have lost. Their lives will serve as collateral damage for what they have done," he said, as if he was discussing the weather.
