Warlock Ch 359. Rats in a Burning Barn
After breakfast finally wound down and the others scattered to deal with their own tasks—Cassius to his reports, Evelyn to check the magical wards, Victoria had disappeared to gods-know-where, probably lounging in one of the manor's sunrooms like a smug cat after getting her favorite toy.
He didn't feel like training. Not today. The high from last night's flawless assassinations had already faded. The kind that clung to your skin and pressed against your skull like a storm waiting to break.
The hallway felt colder than before, quiet in a way that pressed against Damian's thoughts. He walked slowly, letting the silence seep into his skin, his mind already racing ahead.
He'd just sent a few of his shadow servants into the city—tasked with eavesdropping in council chambers, noble estates, and seedy backrooms where secrets liked to bleed. He doubted the senators and council bigwigs would stay silent after what happened.
