At this point, she felt helpless. She could feel her eyes starting to prickle and that wasn't because of the fire or smoke that was emitting out by the burning wood.
Though she was a witch she had no power or magic that could bring him back that could wake him up. The fire around them only raged more, with every second getting closer to where they were and she knew soon she would burn in it. If not by the witches' hands who now stood outside, both Damien and she would die in this fire.
Nothing.
He didn't move an inch and his heartbeat started to beat once every two or three seconds.
