Damian put on his underclothes and then stepped into his jeans. "Does the exit of this prison have magical enchantments?"
"Of course." Anda rolled her eyes.
"And you don't know what it was?"
"That obvious?" She grumbled under her breath, "You just have to trust me."
"Of course-"
"Damian, you need to listen to me. This is witches' territory."
Damian grinned, "That's the same thing as fate, is it?"
"I don't know. Maybe." Her back strengthened. She began to turn around, but then stopped herself. "I understand. Y-you're disturbed that you didn't have a choice on this issue. And I'm confused, too. I'm not happy either… I didn't want this to happen. But if the elders wanted us to investigate the portal, then we have no choice. It is my duty. I was there when Mora opened it."
"I know, sweets, and I am coming with you."
"Thanks."
"No, thanks to you-"
