Warlock Ch 383. Not Paranoid
"I'm not paranoid."
"You have three shadow servants assigned to just the courtyard."
"It's called layered security," Damian muttered.
Cassius shrugged and took another slow sip of his wine. "Sure, and I call it 'living in a paranoid fortress run by a broody warlock who won't let us install a hot spring because 'it might be cursed.'"
Damian didn't even bother with a comeback. He just sighed and pushed the food around on his plate again. His appetite had finally started to return—just a little—when Evelyn spoke up from across the table.
"Have you told her?" she asked suddenly.
Damian blinked. "Told who what?"
"Aria," Evelyn clarified. "About what we heard last time. About what Ralvek's building. That… thing."
Damian shook his head. "No. I didn't tell her. Yet."
Cassius raised a brow. "You sure that's wise? The dragons could've come because they detected it."
