Warlock Ch 102. Unorthodox
Damian opened his mouth, ready to launch into a tirade about the absurd amount of life-threatening situations he'd been thrown into over the past few hours. But he stopped himself, pressing his lips together and letting out a resigned sigh. 'What's the point?' Complaining to Cassius was like yelling at a brick wall—only the wall had a sharp tongue and an even sharper ability to turn complaints into worse punishments.
Instead, he picked up his fork and stabbed another piece of steak. "Right," he muttered, shoving the bite into his mouth. No complaints. Just food. Food was safe.
