"So I'm pretending now.. that's laughable coming from you.."
Damon didn't even know how to react to her words. Under normal circumstances, he would've laughed it off with one of his antics, but as the marching army crossed the bridge, his unease grew. His skin prickled, and his instincts flashed warnings through his mind, something dreadful was coming.
"You're really an omen of bad things to come.."
He said that aloud without meaning to. Though the words might've seemed directed at Abellona, he was really speaking about himself. Damon was always involved in things that brought him pain, trauma, and danger.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes, irritation flickering in them.
"I get that a lot… is that a problem..?"
Damon shook his head.
"No, I don't mind it…"
He didn't bother clarifying what he meant. She was here to settle the score with him anyway.
He wondered what she would say next, curiosity pushing down the unease in his chest as he turned to look at her.
