Bab 101: Eating, Talking, and Breathing

Warlock Ch 101. Eating, Talking, and Breathing

Cassius gave a small huff of amusement, shaking his head as he went back to his task. "After hours of intense training, you're still this focused?"

Damian laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, yeah, kind of. I don't think I've been this hungry since… well, ever."

Cassius smirked, flipping the steak one last time before reaching for a heavy-duty carving knife. The blade glinted in the warm light, and Damian could practically feel the weight of it. With practiced precision, Cassius cut through the slab, the tender meat parting effortlessly under the knife.

Damian watched in rapt silence, his stomach doing somersaults as Cassius plated the steak. When he finally set a plate in front of him, Damian's grin widened, his hand itching to dive in, even though he could tell Cassius expected some restraint.

"Dig in," Cassius said, his tone as dry as ever.