You could be so wrapped up in doing something—so tangled in tension—that you didn't even realize it.
That's exactly how Damian felt after the last six hours, running on fumes. Between learning what it meant to be a Beast Master and trying to keep pace with the others, he hadn't even noticed how tight his chest felt or how his mind hadn't stopped buzzing like a coiled spring.
But then, the voice of the only familiar piece left from his old life cut through the noise. And just like that, something in him eased. His shoulders loosened. His breath came easier. His mood? Starting to settle for the first time in hours.
That was what Anastasia's voice did with just a few words.
When he said yes to going to a high-end nightclub filled with Glassbloods and Beast Masters, it wasn't about the party. It was about seeing—up close—how the powerful and privileged played.
