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Chapter 92: Triple Troubles
Chapter 92: Triple Troubles
Warlord Ch 92. Triple Troubles
He watched her, the vulnerability in her eyes startling him. Evelyn looked genuinely shaken, like she'd seen something in that dream that had left her rattled.
A part of him wanted to brush it off, to make a joke, to say something light-hearted and remind her that he was right here, safe, sitting across from her. But another part of him, a deeper, quieter part, recognized the fear behind her words, the kind of fear that didn't fade with reassurances.
He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. "Evelyn… I'm here," he said softly, the words slipping out without him even thinking. "I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."
She looked down at their hands, her gaze lingering on the point of contact before she looked back up, meeting his eyes. "I was scared," she admitted, her voice carrying a raw honesty that she rarely let show. "I've fought so many battles. But this one… this one felt different."
"Different how?" he pressed, his curiosity piqued, his concern deepening.
She took a shaky breath, searching for the right words. "In the dream… I saw you surrounded, trapped in darkness. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach you. There was this… this wall between us, a force that kept pulling you away."
Damian felt a chill run down his spine. The darkness… it sounded eerily similar to the dream he'd been having last night.
He tightened his grip on her hand. "Evelyn, I'm not planning on letting anything come between us," he said firmly. "Not a war, not some force of darkness, nothing."
A faint smile touched her lips, a soft, bittersweet expression that made his chest ache. "You always know what to say, don't you?" she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of warmth.
"Only when it matters," he replied, offering a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood even a bit. He could see the faintest glint of amusement in Evelyn's eyes, but it was fleeting.
She nodded and returned to her breakfast. Her gaze shifted around the room, landing on him every so often with a kind of intensity that made him feel like she was making sure he was still there, still with her.
After they finished eating, Damian stood and began gathering his things for the day. The books, everything he usually brought to Cassius's place for training and study. His hand hovered over Kaelan's book, and he paused, his eyes lingering on it as he recalled the way Evelyn had looked at it that morning.
'What's wrong with this book?' he wondered. Something about it felt important, like it held answers he hadn't yet uncovered. Finally, he tucked it into his bag.
"I'll head out now," he said, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
Evelyn glanced at him, a strange look crossing her face. "Going alone?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of caution that made him pause.
"Yeah… I'm an adult, unless there's something you need?" he replied, half-expecting her to insist on staying behind.
She hesitated, her gaze flickering, and then she shook her head. "No… I think I'll come with you," she said, her tone leaving little room for argument. "I have a few things I need to discuss with Cassius, anyway."
Damian raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response. "Really? I mean, it's just training, and I'll be back soon. You don't have to come if—"
"No, I'm coming," she interrupted, her voice firm. There was a determination in her eyes, an edge he rarely saw, and it told him all he needed to know. She wasn't asking—she was coming along, whether he liked it or not.
"Alright, then," he replied, trying to hide the curiosity bubbling up inside him.
Something was different about her today, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. She looked… wary, as though she was expecting trouble around every corner.
They left the house and began their journey to Cassius's place. Evelyn was unusually quiet, her gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings, her posture tense as if she was bracing for an attack at any moment.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, he finally spoke up. "Hey, you seem on edge. Everything alright?"
She glanced at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I'm fine. Just… making sure we're not caught off guard."
Damian frowned, glancing around. Everything was normal, and as far as he could tell, there was no reason for her to be this cautious. "Caught off guard? You're acting like we're about to be ambushed or something."
"Maybe that's exactly why I'm cautious," she replied, her voice clipped. She looked at him, her gaze sharp.
Damian let out a small sigh. He knew Evelyn's protective instincts ran deep, but this felt different. There was a new intensity behind her words, like she was seeing connections he wasn't quite grasping. "Is this because of that silver-haired girl I told you about yesterday?"
Evelyn's jaw tightened, and she nodded slowly. "Yes. The sorcerer."
He was about to continue, maybe ask her exactly what she thought the sorcerer had to do with his dreams and Kaelan's book, but Evelyn cut him off, her voice laced with tension.
"And the vampire."
Damian pressed his lips together, exhaling slowly. "Yeah… that vampire, too, of course."
The last encounter had left a bad taste in his mouth, a nagging unease he couldn't shake. Both the silver-haired sorcerer and that vampire had shown up. Their intent was still unclear. And yet, Evelyn seemed to sense danger in their arrival.
She watched him, her eyes flickering with determination. "Cassius needs to know everything you told me," she said firmly. "And if he already knows, I want to know how he plans to handle them."
Damian ran a hand through his hair. "So, now we've got a mysterious sorcerer, a vengeful vampire and a set of dreams that feel more real than my waking hours." He let out a short laugh, though it held little humor. "Everything's getting more complicated, isn't it?"