Damien took a slow step forward, red eyes locked onto the sorcerer.
"My son," Morvakar continued, "he chose his mate. Even after death. He tore open the veils of this world to reach her. Because that's what you do for love. You sacrifice. Your pride. Your soul. Even the good in you."
His eyes glistened. "But your father… he couldn't understand that. He saw love as a weakness. He called my son's devotion unnatural. He called it treason. And then he killed him."
"I would choose her, Morvakar. Every single time. You want me dead to teach my father a lesson? Fine. Tell me what to do."
"You would really die for her?" he asked.
"I'd live for her," Damien replied. "But I'd die for her too, if it came to it. Because she's not my poison. She's my cure. The only thing that makes this existence bearable."
From the couch, Kyllian snored loudly and rolled over, mumbling.
