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“Get off of me!” The witch didn’t want anyone to know how badly this encounter had shaken her, how helpless she felt. Stupid bound magic. She had blood all over her face and staining her clothes, and she hurt like Hell, all because she couldn’t do magic on her own.
Legs and hands were both shaking, and Faye could barely stand, both from the hurt and the fear. It wasn’t an emotion she liked. “I’m fine.”
Damon backed away his hands held up innocently, a smirk on his face. "Woah girl," crouching he raised an eyebrow, "no need to get violent." Of course there was likely a very large need to get violent, but she didn't know that. Coming to his feet when she did he took in her shakiness and the blood on her face and clothing. "So someone doesn't like you."
