Chapter 182: Damon... What Happened To Your Eyes?

Her skin was pale - so pale it nearly matched the snowy white of her hair. Her gray eyes were distant as she sat on her bed, clad in a thin medical robe, a newspaper held tightly in her frail hands.

She was young, perhaps fourteen years old.

The newspaper was an update on the demons - even after an eight-year truce, they had not yet retreated completely. Her fingers tightened around the pages.