Warlock Ch 387. Too Fast
Damian didn't answer. His mind was already ten steps ahead, racing through contingencies. If Lysandra had said his true name out loud... the mask was slipping faster than he'd thought. And if she was here for more than diplomacy?
Then it was only a matter of time before things exploded.
Literally.
Damian stood still, silent as stone. One hand absently gripped the amulet hanging from a cord around his neck, the cool metal pressed to his chest like it might hold him together. It was an old artifact, simple in design, carved with faint lines of dark silver and smoothed with use. Its magic was subtle but effective—a suppression tool that masked presence and power.
But even now, standing in the middle of the manor's living room, he could feel it… fraying. The threads of concealment were starting to strain.
Too much power. Too fast.
