Mu Qing caught up to Damon before he had taken five steps.
"Don't follow the call."
He kept walking.
"That recommendation would carry more weight if you hadn't just said we need to find exactly what is calling me."
"One thing is searching."
"Another is being invited?"
"Exactly."
Damon looked at her.
"That was a surprisingly sensible distinction."
"I'm four hundred years old."
"It doesn't always show."
Chen Mo passed both of them.
"She's right."
Damon sighed.
"Of course."
Ester appeared beside him.
"Then we stop."
"No."
"You just agreed."
"I agreed that it's dangerous."
"That should naturally lead to the second part."
"Not in my case."
"I know."
The mark pulsed again.
Damon stopped.
This time, the call was clearer.
Not a voice.
A direction.
The sensation entered through his arm and traveled across his shoulder as though something were tugging on a thread tied inside him.
Left.
Damon turned his head.
Mu Qing noticed.
"It wasn't that way."
"Before."
