"Master Damian!" He muttered, looking away, unable to fully meet my eye.
'I knew it was that little piece of sh–'
"He is hellbent on getting Miss Cecile." The man spat the last word out as if the name disgusted him.
"What do you mean he's hellbent on her? What's his connection to Cecile after cutting ties with her? Is this a personal vendetta or something more?"
I had only heard very little about this Damian character from Cecile.
Even though it was nothing pleasant, my pride and jealousy couldn't allow me to pry further on that topic. It wasn't until now that I realized how stupid it was.
"I don't know," the man said with a shrug. "I'm merely a recruit and know little about him, but he just keeps coming up in conversations whenever someone talks about what happened a month ago."
