Penelope was unconscious in Damien's arms. Placing her down on the snow floor and putting the coat around her which he had brought from the room that hadn't been burnt, he walked away from there knowing she would be safe by being away from her mother and the other witches.
Right now, Damien Quinn was a pureblooded vampire with the corruption that had affected and wrapped his entire heart.
It was obvious by looking at his eyes right now that the corruption was the one that was gearing forward his mind and the sanity had slightly slipped away thanks to the sedation which the white witch had given them. Though Damien didn't know what it was, he assumed that the innkeeper had something to do with it. He could feel the taste of blood on his lips and tongue which felt potent right now and he wanted more.
