Chapter 61: Time (2)

Damian stepped onto the private balcony, the soft click of the door behind him drowning out the noise from the ballroom below. He exhaled slowly and rolled his shoulders as he moved toward the railing. The spells in the room made him visible to the people below, but only when he chose to be. 

Astana stood at his usual position, hands clasped behind his back, his sharp gaze sweeping the hall below with quiet attention. Max, on the other hand, was lounging in one of the velvet chairs, legs crossed, swirling his wine with a smirk on his lips. Edward, always composed but never above having a good time at Damian's expense, stood near the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink with an almost leisurely air.

"Is there anyone on my schedule this evening?" Damian asked, already knowing the answer but needing something to ground himself.