DAMIEN

I stared at him for a moment, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. The man didn’t flinch under my gaze, his eyes unwavering as if he were the one in control here, which was the truth. This was his territory.

"You’re looking for the witch, I assume?" he said, his voice smooth, almost mocking in its calmness.

I narrowed my eyes. "I thought witches were women," I muttered, more to myself than to him.

He chuckled a low sound that seemed to carry some hidden meaning. "Assumptions can be dangerous," he said, his grin never faltering. "Not all magic wears the shape you expect."

I wasn’t...