Warlock Ch 424. Catastrophic
The weight of it.
The cost of it.
"If they moved him," he said quietly, "we'll burn down whatever's between us and wherever they took him."
She nodded, eyes shining.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
He turned, grabbing his cloak from the rack and tossing it over his shoulders. His coat was already enchanted to resist basic elemental spells, but with the way the air tasted tonight? He wasn't taking chances.
Victoria hefted her glaive over her shoulder with a grin.
"Let's go ruin someone's night."
"Preferably several someones," Evelyn added lightly, slipping a thin black dagger into her boot.
Cassius just sighed and stretched lazily. "Gods, I miss being a hermit."
Damian smirked at them—his people, his crazy, chaotic little warband.
"Move out," he said simply.
They slipped into the night like wraiths.
Silent.
Deadly.
The crimson moon lit their path like a bleeding eye.
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