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~Lisa's POV
I walked back into the kitchen, my head spinning but my heart heavier. I was still trembling, still trying to process everything. The breakfast had already been cleared away, and the other maids were back to their chores like nothing had happened.
I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do anymore. I kept my head down, moving slowly to the sink to wash some bowls. The room spun for a second, but I blinked it away. Maybe I just needed water. Or rest. Or maybe I needed to cry, but I was too tired to even do that.
I gripped the sink a little tighter. The voices around me sounded far away. My vision began to blur. My hands felt cold. My knees gave out.
Everything around me started to go dark.
But before I hit the floor, someone caught me.
Warm hands. Strong arms. A scent I recognized.
Damon.
The last thing I saw before everything went black was his face hovering above mine, worry clouding his usually hard eyes.
Then… darkness.
