Warlock Ch 446. They Want a Target
From behind them, Evelyn's voice cracked through the tension. "Damian, no—"
He turned to look at her, and the moment their eyes met, it all just hit again. The way she held herself—half angry, half terrified. She had seen him taken away. She wasn't ready to gamble again
"You can't go," she said, stepping closer. "Not without knowing if you'll come back. They don't want truth—they want a target."
He gave a tired smile. "I know."
"Then why are you doing this?" Her voice shook. "You just saved a city, rebuilt an entire damn district, and now you're going to walk into their den and hope they listen?"
"I'm not hoping," Damian said softly. "I'm making sure they see. They don't get to rewrite this story again."
"I just got you back," she whispered.
His fingers brushed hers briefly, his touch warm despite the cold wind. "And I'm not going anywhere permanent. Promise."
The tribunal mage cleared her throat loudly. "If we're done—"
