Warlock Ch 117. Troublemaker
Damian looked up, his grin spreading wide despite the pain still wracking his body. "Sorry, Cas," he said, flashing a toothy, innocent smile. "You're the only one I can count on."
Cassius rolled his eyes, stepping fully into the room and crossing his arms. "I still don't understand why anyone bothers with a troublemaker warlock like you," he muttered, his words clipped. "You're more headache than you're worth."
Damian shrugged, the motion making him wince slightly. "Don't ask me," he said, leaning back against the headboard. "I'm just being me. I guess I'm just that charming." He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, tilting his head up and flashing what he probably thought was a winning smile.
Cassius's face contorted in disgust, his frown deepening. "You know you look like an undead corpse right now, don't you?" he said, his voice dry as sandpaper.
