Coco knocked twice and stepped back.
The door opened, and Opi's gaze moved from Coco to Damian in a single pass, tracking the height difference, the white hair, the beard, the posture of someone who had been the most dangerous person in every room he entered for a very long time.
For exactly one second, Opi's composure did something it almost never did.
Then he stepped aside. "Come in."
Damian got inside the room without being asked twice. The room was compact, organized with the deliberate precision of someone who liked being organized and didn't waste space. Opi's mirror dominated one wall. Three juice glasses stood rinsed and stacked beside a small basin.
"No one followed you?" Opi asked.
"They wouldn't be able to." Damian said simply. "I used an ability to conceal our movement."
