The staircase led down to a place Damian did not know what it was, but it looked like the entrance of a dungeon.
It would not be strange if they had one there — it was the territory of a noble family — but why did Astrid say it was the place where they buried the dead?
"Was it because of her brother?"
Now that Damian thought more about what she said, it made sense. Still, he had gone the entire way already, so there was no reason to leave before exploring the rest of the place.
Damian kept moving down the stairs, and then he was t with a tunnel with nothing, just pure stone.
Gladly, he carried a lantern with him, so Damian had the ans to walk into that dark area. He crept forward, looking for any potential traps — no one wanted to die by a trap. That was just stupid.
There was nothing at first, but then Damian found a door to the side of the tunnel. He opened it, and what awaited him on the other side was Glen, tied up in chains with only a pair of pants.
"What's happening here?" Damian said.
Glen was looking down, and when he moved his head up, staring at Damian, he did not look surprised at all, as if he was already expecting the outco.
"Damian, so you are here," Glen said.
"Were you expecting ?"
"I heard you and my daughter talking earlier, so I was almost certain you would co here."
"Before you ask, yes, this is an entrance to the dungeon, but I also use it here because of my ability."
"What do you an?"
"You know those werewolves from movies? Yep, I am like them. My ability can enhance my body at all tis, but during the full moon it gets way stronger, and I sotis lose control. That's why I am here."
When Damian heard that, he felt bad for breaking in into a place he was not supposed to. The noble family was treating him well, especially Astrid, yet he sneaked inside their place.
"I am sorry for this," Damian said.
"You ca here because you are in an unknown territory with unknown people, and my son attacked you a few tis. It is understandable, especially after my daughter kept my secret, increasing your curiosity and awareness about this place," Glen said.
He was not angry about that. If the roles were reversed, he would do the sa thing Damian did, so there was no need to act rude or break their friendship over that.
Also, he would tell him eventually.
"Should I leave this place?" Damian asked.
"It would be good. Also, you are quite skilled to pass by all the guards without warning them. Good job."
Instead of getting angry, Glen was happy to see that Damian was skilled, just like his daughter had said when she had the visions about him.
"Thanks, I guess. I will return now."
Damian left that room, closed the door behind him, locking it up again. Then, he went all the way up the staircase, leaving that building and returning to his room.
Despite being back in his bedroom, the night was not over for Damian. He went to the bathroom for a nice warm bath, washing away all the dirt.
It was refreshing, and only after that did Damian sleep well. He put a nice blanket, and stored his invisibility cloak inside his spatial ring, as it was not comfy to sleep wearing that.
*Knock
Damian was ready to go to his bed when soone knocked on his bedroom's door. The first person who ca to mind was Astrid, but when he opened up the door, the person waiting by the other side was Joffrey!
"Is he here to pick up a fight?" Damian thought as he stared at Joffrey.
Even though the relationship between Damian and Joffrey's family was doing well, it did not an the two were best friends now. So, Damian prepared himself ntally to avoid any attack that might co from Joffrey, but what went in his direction was a piece of paper!
"You probably don't have Aurora's number, only that one the school gives, so this is her real number. There's still so vacation so you can et up in the next weeks, or just to talk by ssage," Joffrey said, leaving right afterward.
It was as if he did not want to hear Damian say thanks to him, but Damian did, even if no one was there to hear it.
He returned to his bed, grabbed his cellphone, and added Aurora's number, sending her a ssage.
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