Thirty minutes later, they stepped into their bedroom, the rush of victory still thrumming in their veins, but exhaustion weighed heavily on their bodies. The battle with Ryan and the witch had left them both drained, yet the adrenaline was slow to fade. Damien lowered himself onto the edge of the bed with a strained groan, his hand instinctively pressing against his shoulder. His muscles tensed as though he were holding back a greater pain.
Raven's sharp gaze immediately fixed on him. "Are you hurt?"
He exhaled through clenched teeth, his jaw tight. "Yes… Ever since that witch’s magic hit me, I feel like my blood is on fire. And it keeps getting worse."
Concern flooded her features as she took a step closer, her fingers hovering near the fabric of his shirt. Without hesitation, she unb
