Damon’s POV

I never imagined a night like this could exist. The wind tore across the cliffside, carrying the briny scent of the sea, but I barely noticed it. My world had shrunk to one being...Aria. Her hair, fiery and untamed, whipped around her face, and every tremble of her body mirrored the ritual’s merciless pull. The threads of fate wrapped around her, luminous and relentless, and I could feel the weight of them in my chest, trying to claim her life. My chest ached in ways I hadn’t ...