Forbidden

Warlock Ch 233. Forbidden 

Victoria hesitated, her gaze flicking between his hand and his eyes. And despite everything—despite the fear, the uncertainty—she knew she had no other choice.

"I accept," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Slowly, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his hand. The moment their blood mingled, a faint glow surrounded them.

Damian smirked faintly, though there was no joy in it. "Good. Then let's hope we don't regret it."

Damian's vision blurred once more. The throne room, the fire, Victoria's wounded form—all of it dissolved into nothingness. He blinked, adjusting to the dim, quiet atmosphere of Victoria's mansion. The silence felt heavier now. His chest tightened as he processed what he had seen, the emotions still fresh in his mind.