'Oh no, what now? A scapegoat.'
I turned around, and so did Damon, his brows knitted together.
His eyes burned with fury when the maid brought out the locket from her dress.
The entire room fell silent as the maid trembled on her knees, clutching the locket in her hands like it could protect her. Damon's gaze darkened. The air around him charged, growing heavier with each breath he took.
I stood still, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Something wasn't right. I could feel it. The way her voice trembled when she confessed, the suddenness of it all… it didn't sit well with me.
Damon stepped forward, his eyes locked on the maid. "Why?" he asked, his voice low and sharp like a blade. "Why would you do this?"
He glanced at a guard, signalling him to open the door to the maid's cell.
The metal clanked open. Damon crossed the threshold, stepping inside the cell. The room bent beneath the pressure of his presence, as if the world itself wasn't ready to contain him.
