Warlock Ch 115. Get Out!
The artifact didn't respond, spinning slowly as its glow flickered like an irritated sigh. Damian stepped closer, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "You're hiding something," he said, his voice steady but firm. "And I'm not letting this go."
Still, the artifact remained silent, its light dimming as if it were retreating into itself.
"Come on," Damian said, his tone coaxing. "You've already let a lot slip. You might as well tell me the rest. What are you so afraid of? It's not like I'm going to throw you away. You're literally stuck with me."
No response.
Damian groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Seriously? You're just going to sit there and sulk?"
The artifact pulsed faintly, almost like a mocking shrug.
"Fine," Damian said, his voice tinged with frustration. "Let's play it your way. If you won't talk, I'll just figure it out myself. And when I do, don't come crying to me when you don't like the answers."