The morning air carried a mild crispness as Damon walked along the academy pathways in his uniform, his steps steady yet slightly heavier than usual, a faint yawn escaping him as he stretched his arms briefly, the remnants of a sleepless night still clinging to him despite his composed exterior.
His mind had not rested even for a moment.
I thought about it the whole night…
His gaze remained forward, but his thoughts turned inward.
And the only conclusion I arrived at is…
A faint exhale left him.
I need information.
His expression sharpened slightly.
About this Damon's past… about Sahira… about whatever history exists between them… and most importantly… about my resonance.
The weight of it all settled clearly now.
And the only person who can answer all of that… is Duke Valecrest.
His jaw tightened just slightly.
…Which I cannot risk.
The thought was immediate and firm.
Asking him directly would only raise suspicion.
He adjusted his posture as he walked.
