It started with a burning sensation on your skin—sharp, sudden, and gone in an instant. At first, you thought nothing of it. But then Damon winced at the exact same moment, clutching his arm like he felt it too.

“What the hell was that?” he muttered, pulling back his sleeve.

Your breath caught in your throat. A dark, intricate symbol had appeared on his skin—the same one now burned into yours.

Damon’s eyes flicked to yours, realization dawning. “Tell me this isn’t some witchy soul-binding crap.”

You swallowed hard. “I think we’re cursed.”

His jaw clenched. “Fantastic.”

Neither of you knew exactly what it meant, but one thing was clear—whatever happened to one of you, the other would feel it. And there was no telling how far the magic would go.