Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

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As though it was painful to do so the night girl forced herself to bow to Damien, putting herself down in the most awkward of positions to which the dark prince could only react by staring. But his stare carried a lot more than distrust. Yes, he didn't quite feel fully confident around Nyx yet, despite her willingness to lick his chin and show her most vulnerable side, and although her submission had done wonders to add even more fire to Damien's ego, he wasn't yet prepared to let her go on her way while the traitor, her own mother, was still out there believing herself righteous. There was still much left to desire. What good could she be to him, if he decided to spare her?

Why? he asked, a single word that trailed the edges of a growl, resulting of Damien's impossibility to simply ending Nyx's life and the need of a reason not to. Why do you bow to me and not your mother? he elaborated, holding his place and staring down at her with the fire of his honest desire to get the right answer burning through his eyes.

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