Warlock Ch 348. Keep Their Mouths Shut
Damian pulled back the hood of his cloak, shaking off the lingering night air as they stepped into the estate. The grand hall of Cassius' estate was quiet, the soft flicker of arcane lanterns casting long shadows against the marble floors. The faint scent of old parchment, incense, and magic residue clung to the space—a mixture of Cassius' habits and the countless protective wards layered over the building.
Evelyn and Victoria were already inside, having returned moments before them. Victoria sat on the edge of the velvet couch, legs crossed, absentmindedly twirling a blood-red goblet in her hands. Evelyn leaned against the wall, arms folded, the faint shimmer of rune residue still flickering over her fingertips, a sign that she'd been reinforcing the barriers before their arrival.
Damian exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Cedric, Selena, and Alric were there." His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was clear.
