You Compare The Demon King to a Bad Roommate

Warlock Ch 160. You Compare The Demon King to a Bad Roommate

For a moment, Damian let her words settle. Then he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Maybe."

Evelyn's eyes lingered on him, searching for something he wasn't ready to say. She picked up the tray and placed it on his lap, careful not to let the tea slosh or the sandwich shift too much. "Eat," she said softly but firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You'll feel better."

Damian nodded again, his movements almost automatic. He picked up the sandwich, taking a bite without much thought. The flavors hit his tongue—fresh bread, perfectly cooked eggs, and a hint of spice—but they barely registered. His mind was still tangled in the courtroom, in the piercing look Aria had given him, and in the damning silence of the tribunal.