- Alexei Sokolov:
"Let's find the witch, Alexei," Nikolai said, his voice steady but filled with an undercurrent of desperation.
The words sent a ripple of shock through the room, but it wasn't just Damon who was stunned.
Even I, who had been with him through every step of this struggle, found myself caught off guard.
Damon, chained to the ground of the basement, looked up sharply.
His eyes burned with anger and something deeper—betrayal, maybe?
But Nikolai didn't flinch. For once, he was resolute, even if it was killing him inside.
Yesterday, Dimitri and I had discussed the plan in hushed tones, away from Nikolai.
It was Damon who had driven us to this point.
His mind had spiraled into darkness, consumed by his twisted love for Nikolai, leaving us no choice but to lock him away until we could figure out how to help him.