Warlock Ch 404. You Look Dead
"You look dead, Kaelan," Aria said.
Damian groaned under his breath, slouched lower in his seat at the living room. He didn't even look up. He just tore another chunk off the stale mana bread in his hand and shoved it into his mouth like it personally owed him money.
"For the hundredth time," he said through the bite, "It's Damian. Kaelan is on indefinite vacation."
Aria, standing near the end of the room with her arms crossed and a look that screamed 'I'm not here for your sass', quirked an eyebrow. "He's still making a mess, though. So I'm going to assume that vacation's been interrupted."
Damian gave her a dead-eyed stare while chewing. His hair was a mess, still tangled and damp from sweat. His clothes, thankfully, were no longer just a half-open cloak and pants. Now he had on actual trousers and a loose shirt. Still hadn't showered.
He looked like a man barely holding it together. Because he was.
