Damian lowered his arm, the Communication Talisman in tow. His eyes were narrowed as he played the message he had just heard in his mind repeatedly.
Dual Tower? He longed to know what it was, but Damian was anything but nosy, so long as the matter didn't concern him that is. Then there was the second part of the message.
The lad raised his head to stare directly into Claire's eyes. Her black eyes were blacker than the blackest night, almost as though two black holes had been compressed to fit into her eyeballs. But Damian could see through it, he could see the emotions hidden deep within them.
In truth, Claire could have gone off on her own without consulting him, and he wouldn't have blamed her one bit. If Claire had been him, and it was his mother that sent such a message, he would have long since left without hesitation.
