"I wouldn't try to escape if I were you."
Standing in Damon's hotel room/prison cell, I pull myself up to my full height. Although I'm no basketball player, I'm just shy of six feet, the same height as Damon.
He looks longingly out at the balcony, where the brisk night breeze sweeps into the room and makes the curtains flutter. "I thought about it."
"Really? Do tell."
I want to add: No sh*t. This man is so transparent he makes ice look cloudy.
He sighs, his shoulders slumped. "Can you really protect me against Marduk?" Grudgingly, he adds, "And my daughter?"
I squint. "A funny time to be worrying about that, but I guess better late than never."
"Hey. Just because I'm not Ward Cleaver doesn't mean I don't care about my dad. And how many kids do you have?"
I roll my eyes. "Daji, my mate, is four weeks pregnant, give or take. And I've been parenting Tina ever since she got here."
