Warlock Ch 287. Slave Driver
"Hm?" He tilted his head.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "Are you planning to give up if it's the two of us at the end?"
Damian was silent for a moment. Then, he grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Selena huffed, crossing her arms. "Figures."
Damian laughed softly, letting the conversation settle. He stretched out, resting his weight on his hands. But before he could get too comfortable, Selena abruptly stood up.
"Okay, five minutes is up. We need to move now."
Damian exhaled dramatically, rolling his shoulders. "Fine, fine. Slave driver."
She crossed her arms. "Would you rather sit here until someone finds us?"
He grinned. "Maybe. But you make a compelling argument."
She scoffed, already turning to walk. Damian followed, adjusting his coat as they moved deeper into the shifting maze.
A booming voice echoed overhead.
