Warlock Ch 350. Tired
"They'll clean up any evidence left behind." His eyes flickered back toward Damian. "We should get some rest."
Damian gave a small nod. "Yeah. Guess I'll head back to my room."
He forced a small smile.
The kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.
His usual easy, teasing energy was absent. His voice lacked the usual bite of sarcasm, the familiar arrogance that made him sound unbothered by anything.
He was tired.
More than he let on.
He pushed himself up from the chair without another word, turning toward the hallway that led to his room.
He didn't say goodnight.
Didn't throw in a last-minute joke to break the tension.
Just left.
The sound of his footsteps faded down the corridor.
Victoria tapped a single nail against her goblet, her crimson gaze unreadable. "He's thinking about it too much."
Cassius sighed, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Of course he is."
Evelyn folded her arms. "And we can't do anything to stop him."
