Warlock Ch 363. His Training
Her thoughts drifted again. Not just to the book, but to him.
Damian.
When would he tell her everything? Would he ever?
And when that time was coming—if it was even coming—would she be ready?
She closed the book gently, her fingers lingering on the cover.
"Well… I'm not even sure the time will come," she whispered to the room.
They only had three days. Three days to uncover a plot so tangled even the council didn't seem to see it clearly. Three days to find a truth hidden beneath centuries of lies.
If they failed… she'd be sent back.
Back to the fae territory. Back to the safety of silver towers and gilded halls. Back to her father's watchful eyes and endless diplomacy.
And she wasn't sure she'd ever get out again.
"I can't believe this," she murmured, voice raw. "All these years I've been looking for him. But when I met him... I have to separate again?"
Her heart twisted.
-DUM!
