Warlock Ch 418. Not A Casual Visit
Damian exhaled slowly, sliding out of the bed with practiced care, trying not to wake her.
She shifted once, reaching instinctively for where his body had been.
His heart twisted, but he hardened his resolve.
"I'll come back," he promised quietly, even though she couldn't hear him.
He pulled on his clothes quickly—tight black combat pants, a fitted shirt, lightweight armor plates hidden beneath a long, dark coat stitched with mana threads.
Before he grabbed his coat from the chair, he hesitated.
Then, muttering a curse under his breath, he grabbed the small cologne bottle Cassius had tossed at him as a "joke" two weeks ago.
"Dragons have sensitive noses," he muttered to himself.
He spritzed himself lightly, a sharp, clean scent blooming in the air—like rain on stone, with a faint kick of spice.
Good enough.
After fastening the last buckle on his boots, Damian summoned a shadow servant with a flick of his fingers.
