Warlock Ch 384. Therapeutic Yapping
After that eventful morning, there wasn't much left to do except wait. The entire manor felt like it had taken a long breath and now just held it, tense and quiet. The shadow servants had been dispatched, watching, listening, and sniffing out any whispers.
Most of the group just drifted.
Cassius took over the library, pretending to read while mostly rotating between wine, staring at the ceiling, and throwing sarcastic comments at the paintings on the walls.
Victoria claimed a sofa in the war room and dozed with one eye open, still in full leather like she was ready to spring into a fight even in her sleep.
Evelyn moved like she had no interest in relaxing—she checked the outer perimeter wards three times, rewrote the magical seals on the east wing's windows, then locked herself in her study with three encrypted communication scrolls and a cup of something that smelled like peppermint and murder.
And Damian?
