That’s What Makes Him… Him

Warlock Ch 150. That's What Makes Him… Him

The kitchen filled with the warm, soothing aroma of the potion brewing on the stove. The herbs steeped in the water, releasing their essence into the liquid, which shimmered faintly with a soft golden hue. Evelyn moved, adding each ingredient in measured amounts. Her mind was focused, yet part of her kept drifting back to Damian.

'He's so stubborn,' she thought with a faint smile. 'But that's also what makes him… him.'

She poured the finished drink into a mug before placing it on a tray alongside a small plate of biscuits. She knew Damian wouldn't ask for help—he never did—but that didn't mean he didn't need it. Evelyn had learned to read between the lines with him, to pick up on the subtle signs of his exhaustion. He could be as stubborn as a mule, but even Damian had limits.