Warlock Ch 87. Fool
'I want to know,' he thought, his heart pounding, 'but I don't think I can take another answer that crushes me even more.'
He turned back to the books, letting their pages swallow him up. Hours slipped by, marked only by the turning of pages as he moved from one tome to the next. Despite it felt like forever, he only ended up spending just another two hours, though Cassius had given him more books than before. He'd hardly made a dent in the pile by the time fatigue began to creep in. But one book caught his eye, drawing him back as his fingers traced over the worn leather cover. It was strange, but for some reason, this book—Kaelan's writing, Kaelan's approach—felt different.
After another round of reading, Damian shut the book. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. 'Never thought I'd get this hooked on someone who writes books,' he thought. It was absurd, and yet… he felt like Kaelan's words had reached him in a way none of the other texts ever had.
