Warlock Ch 317. Thread of Patience
Damian was holding onto his patience by a thread.
His fingers twitched at his side, magic thrumming under his skin like a wild, caged beast begging to be let out. His jaw clenched as he exhaled, long and slow, trying—really trying—not to let his rage take over. Not yet.
Because he knew this guy.
Ralvek.
Oh, he knew him.
The bastard had been playing the same game for years. Acting righteous, upholding the "balance," preaching about the laws and justice—while behind the scenes, he did whatever the hell he wanted. Whatever suited him. He twisted truths, manipulated rules, and made it so that by the time people realized they were his pawns, it was already too late.
Damian hated people like that.
