Daniel.
I stood in the dimly lit hallway, just a few paces away from the thick oak doors of Damien's quarters, my boots silent against the heavy runner rugs. I folded my arms behind my back, keeping my posture crisp and untroubled, though inside, my patience was wearing razor-thin.
Every second those four idiots spent crying over a bedside was a second wasted. Every precious moment they allowed themselves to be consumed by their emotions was another moment slipping away while they remained completely unaware of how quickly everything was moving around them.
The low, muffled sounds of their chaotic arguing leaked through the heavy wood of the bedroom doors, reaching me in broken fragments. Even through the thick barrier, their voices were impossible to mistake.
