Warlock Ch 126. Good as New
For two days, Damian's life revolved around his bed, a pile of books, and Evelyn's constant doting. There were at least thirty books stacked by his bedside—each as thick as a dictionary—and while they weren't exactly page-turners, they kept him company. If Cassius had intended to bore him into submission, mission accomplished.
Evelyn, on the other hand, seemed determined to fatten him up with enough delicious food to feed a small village. Every few hours, she'd bring him something new—stews, bread, cakes, even some kind of magical fruit that tasted like honey but gave him a weird tingling sensation in his fingertips. Damian couldn't shake the feeling that they were trying to fatten him up like a pig ready for slaughter.
"Are you two planning to eat me?" Damian muttered to himself as he poked at a plate of glazed ham Evelyn had just delivered. "Because if so, this feels like overkill."
