Her gaze trailed down his body, taking in the sight before her.
The once bruised and battered body was now completely unmarred. There wasn't a single scar in sight. The bloodstains on his shoulders and hips had vanished, and even the scar on his face had disappeared.
Seraphina stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing.
"H-how?" she stammered, her words coming out in a natural stutter.
It was no secret that Seraphina found herself stumbling over her words more often around Lord Damian than she should. But she couldn't help it. He exuded an intimidating presence that left her in awe.
Damian looked at her and shook his head.
"Go and sit," he gently requested.
Without uttering another word, she obeyed, still too stunned to speak.
The man standing before her—whether he was a man or a demon—never failed to astonish her.
