"You are going to die. You want me to be happy about it?" she questioned wondering why Damien was not worried about his own life. Was this how every pureblooded vampires lived? Not caring about when they died because they were satisfied over the years they lived on.
"What does it matter to you?" Penny heard Damien say. His head had tilted while looking at her keenly. What did he mean by matter to her? With the choice of his words, she felt a prick in her heart. The feeling turning heavy and her breath switching to a shallower one.
"You will be gone."
"Yes."
