Not My Style

Warlock Ch 213. Not My Style

Damian nodded, pulling his hood closer around his face, the fabric shifting with a whisper against his ears. 

The trio—himself, Evelyn, and Cassius—made their way through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, the walls echoing with their determined steps. As they approached the grand balcony where Victoria awaited, the air grew thick with anticipation and the faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood and magic.

Victoria stood at the edge of the balcony, overlooking the courtyard below. Her posture was regal, unyielding, her back to them as they approached. The setting sun cast a fiery glow across the sky, bathing her in a light that seemed almost otherworldly. Her hair flowed down her back in waves, and when she turned to greet them, her eyes gleamed with a fierce determination.

"Damian, Evelyn, Cassius," she acknowledged each with a nod, her voice echoing slightly in the open air. "I trust you're prepared."