Damon kept his hand wrapped around mine, although the black veins beneath his skin continued to spread.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Not particularly.” He said and I gave him a look.
“Fine. It feels like someone is trying to pull my bones out through my fingertips.” He said.
“That's a remarkably detailed description.” I said.
“I thought you'd appreciate the honesty.” He said.
I slowed when we reached a landing marked with two stone pillars. One bore the symbol from my wrist, while the other carried an unfamiliar carving resembling a wolf with three eyes.
Between them stood a doorway. It was made of black stone, and its surface reflected our faces even though there was no light behind us.
I approached cautiously.
The reflection of Damon moved when he did, but mine remained perfectly s
