Betty's POV. 

His hand cupped my jaw, guiding my gaze back to him.

“Betty…”

But the world spun, the pressure behind my ribs building until I couldn’t tell if I was breathing or drowning. 

I clutched the sheets, vision blurring in and out. Damien’s voice grew distant, muffled, and the room tilted.

My pulse thundered in my ears.My mark was hot, burning from the inside out.

Then, everything went dark for a moment.

When I blinked awake again, the sun had only started to rise ...