Chapter 13.

Damian’s POV.

After the outbreak with Sally, I went for a run and spent a couple of hours trying to sweat out the restlessness. I told myself I felt better, more alert, more clearheaded.

By the time I got back to my room, I was ready for that big breakfast.

Occasionally, I make my breakfast myself and today seems like a good day mto make my own meal.

I stroll to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

“Good morning my prince.” One of the cooks greeted.

“Good morning. You all can leave for now. I would like to make my breakfast myself.”

“Alright, my prince.” She bowed and signaled the others to go out with her.

I turned the stereo up to blast, pushed up the sleeves of my black sweatshirt, then put bacon on to fry.

Feeling a great deal more cheerful and in control, I hummed as I mixed eggs For scrambling.

When my phone rang, I answered one-handed as I scooped crisp bacon out of the pan.

“So you’re up and about...” Alex boomed out at me.

“Yeah, I’m up and about,” I said into the phon