Warlock Ch 396. Adrenaline And Frustration
"Sounds about right," Cassius murmured, settling into the armchair opposite him. "And Commander Ryven?"
Damian's eyes narrowed. "More stubborn than I thought."
Cassius frowned, swirling the liquid in his cup. "You're not supposed to be throwing high class spells around town like it's confetti."
"Well, maybe someone should tell our enemy that," Damian snapped, then exhaled. He scrubbed a hand over his face, rubbing at the dried streaks of river water and leftover ash that still clung to his skin. His body was drying up, sure, but his nerves? Still soaked in adrenaline and frustration.
Cassius sat across from him, casually sipping a cup of bitterroot tea like he hadn't just heard about his best friend being hunted through a mountain river by a dragon general with murder in her eyes. He gave Damian a long look, eyes gleaming with that trademark warlock sarcasm. "You done pouting?"
