Damon was sitting at the edge of the bed, contemplating his hurt and his anger over Aziza. He was still very angry over what he only discovered, he was so angry over the thought of being used. He would never want to be used or subdued nor would he want to be forced into doing something simply because of the next person’s agenda or manipulation but Aziza had done that. Not only that, she had lied in his face, pretended to actually truly care when she wanted something that he wouldn’t give, when she manipulated him for her selfish reasons.
Being a supernatural being was never a plan, neither was it a dream or goal that he would want to achieve. He was not willing to possess such abilities and was in fact scared of it, even if he was trying so hard to not admit that.
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