Warlock Ch 93. Not a Request
Evelyn gave him a brief, understanding nod, though her face remained serious. "That's exactly why we need to talk to Cassius."
Damian followed Evelyn to Cassius's mansion. Her face set in that unreadable way of hers, but he could see something in her eyes—a flicker of unease she rarely showed. She didn't break stride, though, even as they approached the door, which opened as if Cassius himself had been waiting for them.
Cassius stood in the dim foyer, his dark eyes giving nothing away except for the faintest spark of expectation. Damian's eyes narrowed. It was as if Cassius already knew what they were here to ask him. Well, maybe he did. It wouldn't be the first time Cassius knew things before anyone else.
"Cassius," Evelyn greeted him, her voice calm but firm, like she was ready to cut through any games he might try. "We need to talk. It's about the sorcerer... and the vampire."
