The night passed in a blur of motion and sensation.
Orion opened his eyes and watched her. He had spent the entire night with her. It had been a night of relentless intimacy, bringing Sylvana wave after wave of euphoria.
But beneath the physical pleasure, the thing she clung to most was the promise—the hope of seeing the light again.
Orion reached out, tapping the center of her forehead. A ripple of Divine Power washed over her, sending her into a deep, comatose slumber.
He examined her closely. Physically, Sylvana's eyes were perfect. There was no damage to the cornea or the optic nerve.
Orion fell into deep thought. He didn't begin the extraction immediately. This wasn't a simple physical ailment; it was a curse born of Fate.
