Your husband is with me

Damien's cheek stung as he touched it with the back of his opposite hand, his knee hitting the ground in the process. He tilted his head just in time, narrowly avoiding another powerful blow from Magnus. Swiftly, he moved away, eyes fixed on his opponent, analyzing every movement.

"Why can't I see any sad memory in you? That's impossible. Every being has a moment which makes them feel low," Damien muttered, maintaining a safe distance. His curiosity gnawed at him; he couldn't leave without an answer. He had killed Magnus's aunt, the person whom Magnus loved more than his own mother, a woman who had been his mother figure for as long as he could remember.

Magnus's face twisted with rage, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. "Damien, I knew you killed my aunt!" he roared, his fists tightening until his knuckles turned white. With a furious cry, he charged at Damien, every step fueled by grief and vengeance.