Warlock Ch 355. High Standards
Cedric's eyes flickered toward the glass, his interest piqued. "A professional blood bartender?"
Damian shrugged. "I mix drinks for the undead. Specialized concoctions tailored to different blood types, magical influences, and personal taste." He glanced at Victoria. "And she has very high standards."
Selena, who had been silent for a moment, finally spoke, her voice quieter, more measured. "I see…" Her eyes lingered on Damian just a bit longer than necessary before she exhaled, shifting her posture. "Regardless, we didn't come here for food."
Damian tilted his head slightly, watching her carefully. He knew that look.
"Yeah," he murmured. "I figured."
Cedric cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Then you know why we're here."
Damian met his gaze steadily. "I can guess. But I'd rather you tell us directly."
Cedric paused, folding his hands together neatly. He looked calm on the surface, but Damian caught the slight twitch of his jaw.
