Chapter 39

"Damon!" I whispered loudly again," it's me."

Damon lifted his head off the cold ground and pointed his eyes on mines. His used to be bright and golden eyes were now almost pitch dark. I felt my eyes began to tear and quickly blinked them away. I hated seeing him like this more than anything else in the world. He looked weak and beaten and hopeless. He didn't deserve any of this. I felt my chest began to ache at the pain I was feeling from witnessing him like this. I held my hand out to him and he stared in awe," the Volati-" he began, his voice deep and tired.

"Doesn't hurt that much," I replied, cutting him off.

"Holly, your hands-"

"I'm alright, are you?"

He struggled to sit up and I never thought I'd ever see him so weak. He grasped hold of my fingers," how did you find me?"

I smiled almost sadly and shook my head," i-it doesn't matter, we have to get you out of here, there isn't much time."