As surely as the sun will rise—
It wasn't just a saying. It was a fact. The sun always rose, and today, it rose again.
Its golden light bathed Damon in warm radiance. It was comforting. A fleeting touch of normalcy in a life that rarely knew peace.
Yet he hadn't slept well. His mind had been restless. Tense. His instincts buzzed, whispering warnings with no form.
He wasn't in immediate danger.
But by the time he saw it coming… it would be too late.
Being paranoid wasn't just habit—it was survival.
And that alone, was what made Damon… Damon.
He reached for the Whisper Coin, fingers brushing its surface with familiarity. He had intended to buy a pager—something to finally connect him to Lilith in real time—but as always, he lacked the funds.
Sure, he had rare resources that would fetch absurd prices in the right hands… but he doubted Commander Varran would let him out of his sight, let alone out of the city.
