I heard him wrong, right?

　　This was some sort of cruel joke.

　　It had to be.

　　"This is a joke, right?" I asked staring from one person to the other.

　　Magnus kept his arms around Clarise, his fingers kneading her shoulders and she leaned against him.

　　"Mistress, please, follow me." Damon requested, holding out his hand for me.

　　I'd put up with a lot in my life. And I'd tried so hard to be the good kid. I'd wanted to live ...