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Damien's POV.

Hours passed and the consequences of my choice were more than I thought it would be. One wrong move, and I could end her life. I was so eager before because I was angry but now that I was calmer, I developed cold feet.

Maybe the blood transfusion was a bad idea. Maybe there was another way— by medicine to heal her. Maybe—

"Damien?" Riley held my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned back to her, I almost forgot that she was in the room with me.

"Riley."

"Can we talk for a moment?" She pointed at a corner. It offered us some kind of privacy and away from the ears of the healers but they could still hear us.

"No, let's go to my study." I led the way.

After getting to the study, I closed the door behind us and turned to her. "So what is it?"

"There's no need to get cold feet about it," she whispered.

My brows furrowed as the words felt strange in my ears. "What?"