Chapter 98: Worse Luck

Damon was really starting to wonder if the cursed ore on the hollow arrow tips he carried in his jacket was affecting his luck. Otherwise, how could he explain such a streak of misfortune?

He'd been so focused on his Shadow Perception tracking the maid in Marcus's room that he'd neglected his immediate surroundings—an oversight that had led him straight into the person he least wanted to encounter.

'My brain can only process so much information at once,' he thought bitterly as he stumbled back, looking up to meet the piercing amber eyes of the head maid.

Her expression was composed, as always, exuding the dignified authority she carried like a second skin. Damon's heart sank.

"Well, hello there, Miss Matilda…" he greeted hastily, brushing himself off. "Apologies—I didn't see you there."

He tried to sidestep her and make a quick escape, but her calm, commanding voice halted him.