"Not here," Hephaestus hissed, pulling his hood up to cover his face as they navigated the labyrinthine back alleys of the industrial district.
"The workshop is three blocks away."
"Wait," Damien stopped, planting his feet firmly on the oil-stained cobblestones.
Hephaestus turned, eyes wide with panic.
"What? We can't stop! The City Guard will be swarming this sector looking for whoever knocked out those cadets."
"We aren't going to the workshop yet," Damien said calmly.
"We need an inn. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere with thick walls."
"An inn?" Hephaestus sputtered.
"My father is dying, the current city is no different from a slave yard, and you want to sleep?"
Looking at him in disbelief, was this really the Voss family that his father had bragged so much about being reliable?
Fortunately, Damien's next words solved his doubts
"I don't want to sleep," his eyes darkened, the blue shifting to a turbulent mix of gold and black.
"I want to break through."
