Damien's POV

DAMIEN’S POV

With the events of the night before, I felt confident that my plan was in place. Jubilant over my double achievements of winning myself over to Athan’s side and getting into the golden leaves pack, I decided to inform the master. After listening to my achievements, he will be proud of me.

The phone only rang once, when the gruff voice picked up and answered answered.

‘From the blood of the pure.’

That voice always sends chills down my spine. Can this man not be a little less frightening?

‘For the sweat of the cause.’ I answered. ‘I have gotten into the enemy camp. Soon I will bring you victory.’

I waited to hear something commendation or appreciation, but silence. Since my kidnap and rehabilitation at the camp, the master kept his distance from me. I was only to call him to make reports or ask for help. And to protect our identity we had to use a password, ‘from the blood of the pure, for the seat of the cause’, before we spoke. It was only invented right before I left c