Bab 64: The Beast

The passage of time was marked by the gentle progression of hours, during which the entrancing and intoxicating aroma that emanated from Rosalie's hair began its gradual diffusion into Damien's senses. Like a seductive vapor, it wound its way into his consciousness, ensnaring his thoughts in its intoxicating embrace, and casting a tantalizing haze over his mind.

Amidst his contemplations, an overwhelming surge of tangled emotion surged within him—a potent blend of strength and danger, whispering the possibility of losing control. This sensation, familiar yet formidable, swept over him once more, prompting unsettling questions to unfurl. Could it be that his sanity was slipping away once more, succumbing to the machinations of the curse that bound him?