Chapter Sixty Seven
"Resurrection"
Damon
I’m too wound up to pay attention to the portalling process yet again—from the moment I step through the arch, to the moment I find myself tumbling onto a cold forest floor, the only thought in my mind is of Amira.
One look around my surroundings reveals I’m deep in a forest somewhere, in the center of a clearing. At the edge of the clearing is a crumpled form that I know in my very soul belongs to my mate. Ignoring my disorientation, I force myself to my feet and sprint to her, desperate to make sure she’s alive, though the world spins and dips around me and I feel like I have no balance. Twice, I tip over, only to push myself back to my feet and continue forward. The three witches accompanying, along with Christian and Erebus, are all right
