Chapter 81: Did You Wait For Me?

Donovan’s silence was oppressive, as his head throbbed with a relentless, dull ache. The voice that echoed in his mind wasn’t part of the curse — it didn’t carry the curse’s mocking tone, but rather, it was something else.

It was as if a specter from his long past, buried for fifteen long years, was clawing its way back from the shadows.