Warlock Ch 32. Curiosity is Your Downfall
"Shit," Damian muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he blinked awake. His body felt heavy, like he'd been asleep for hours. He swept his gaze around, realizing quickly this wasn't Evelyn's place. Nope, still Cassius' house.
He wasn't on a bed either, just an old, worn-out leather sofa. The kind that looked cool in a gothic kind of way but creaked with every slight movement. Damian shifted, trying not to wake the entire house with the sound, but the sofa had other plans. The light pouring through the window told him it was already evening. How long had he been out?
His stomach growled in protest, a harsh reminder that he'd completely skipped lunch.
'Great!' Now he had hunger gnawing at him, on top of the mental rollercoaster that dream had dragged him through. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to shake off the drowsiness as he got to his feet.
