"Master, we are back home," Mikasa said softly as she and Alex stepped into the main room. Damon stood by the wide arched window, bathed in the fading glow of dusk. His expression was sharp, his presence tense, as though he had been waiting for them for hours.
The moment he heard Mikasa's voice, he turned abruptly, his cloak sweeping behind him. "Where did you go to?" he demanded, his tone deep and edged with unease.
Alex, unbothered, met his gaze. "To see Atticus."
Damon's frown deepened. "To see Atticus? What for?"
Alex's jaw clenched. "To settle scores with Lucien," he replied coldly. "That bastard was behind the massacre at my school. He killed everyone I knew — my friends, my teachers. That's something I can never forgive."
Damon's eyes narrowed. "And so you decided to take the law into your own hands? To kill him yourself?"
