Warlock Ch 271. Bossy
Damian pushed the door open, stepping into the familiar warmth of the house. "I'm home."
The door clicked shut behind him with a flick of his fingers, his telekinesis sealing it without him sparing it a glance. He strode towards the table, dropping the heavy bags filled with books onto its surface with a dull thud. The weight had started to strain his arms towards the end, but he wouldn't admit that out loud.
Victoria was the first to greet him, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "I'm surprised you didn't order your servants to carry those heavy bags."
Damian glanced at her, watching as a red aura shimmered around her hands, the bloody orb of energy hovering above her palm. She was busy controlling her puppet, probably handling something crucial, and yet she spoke as if she was merely having a casual conversation.
He shrugged, rolling his shoulders to ease the slight tension. "No, I thought of working out a little after some training."
