Warlock Ch 409. Taken
"You are not a servant," Victoria said, brushing her long coat back as she entered from the hall, her heels clicking softly against the tile. "But we are your allies. And judging from how you're leaking tension all over the floor, I'm guessing you found more than garbage and memories."
Damian opened his mouth again—and then Evelyn appeared on the stairs above, arms crossed, barefoot, and in one of his black shirts again. Her eyes narrowed the moment she looked at his face.
"...And based on your expression," she said, "it's not good."
Damian exhaled, long and hard. The kind that said he really wanted to argue but also knew they were right.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. Five minutes."
He turned and walked back into the main living room. Cassius followed without comment. Victoria and Evelyn flanked him like silent specters.
Once inside, Damian sat on the armrest of the couch, hands steepled, his voice low but sharp.
