Like A Sister

Warlock Ch 143. Like A Sister

The voice was smooth and confident, laced with a familiarity that made his chest tighten. Damian froze mid-step, his head snapping toward the source of the voice. There she was, trailing behind him—Aria.

Her striking features hadn't changed at all, at least from what he remembered. High cheekbones, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through him, and a presence that demanded attention.

Damian's mind raced. 'Aria.' She had been a sister—or something close to it—when he was Kaelan. But now, he couldn't afford to acknowledge that connection. He was Damian Blackthorn, a newly minted rank B warlock, not the infamous Kaelan Voidweaver.

He forced a smile, playing the part. "Yes?" he said, his tone light but guarded.

Aria's eyes narrowed slightly as she approached, her movements fluid and purposeful. "You look like you've had a long day," she observed, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.