The door burst open as an angry Damon stormed into his father's office,his face red with fury. His boots clicked sharply against the polished floor as he stopped in front of the wooden desk. His dark amber eyes glared at Marcus who was leaning casually by the window swirling a glass of blood red wine in his hand.Damon pushed the scrolls and map scattered on the table before pointing a finger at Marcus.
"I'm coming with you," Damon barked. "And I'll be damned if you think you'll go by yourself"
Marcus sighed as though he was tired of talking with Damon. He placed his glass down on the window with a soft clink and turned to look at Damon, in an oddly calm manner that almost felt like a knife to the throat.
*You can't come with me" he said simply. "I don't want to have this conversation with you"
Damons jaw tightened. "Why? I'm going to get my son! Why do you have to be the one to get him? I'm his father after all"
