Balancing On a Knife’s Edge

Warlock Ch 250. Balancing On a Knife's Edge

They walked down the dimly lit hallway toward Damian's room. Evelyn glanced at him, her expression softening. "You know he's right, though. We should be careful."

Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. But it's hard. Every time I'm around those people, I feel like I'm balancing on a knife's edge."

"You're doing fine," Evelyn said, her voice quiet but firm. "They haven't figured anything out yet. Hopefully, they won't."

Damian stopped outside his door, turning to face her fully. "Thanks, Evelyn. I mean it."

She smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face. "No problem."

He chuckled, stepping aside to open the door. Evelyn leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a faint smile. "You know, for someone who claims to hate attention, you've managed to attract a lot of it."

Damian grinned, shrugging as he flopped onto the bed. "What can I say? I'm irresistible."