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I say looking around the classroom making sure to make eye contact with every student. "Why'd you leave New Dawn? Were you banished?" Sue asks and I chuckle. "Do I smell like a rogue?" I ask and she shakes her head no. "You're 17." Damian says and I nod my head yes. "Why aren't you stationed yet? Don't healers move to a new pack at the age of 16?" He asks me. Damian was so handsome right now, all I want to do is walk up to him and kiss him. Whoa.

Creepy. "My c*ck is bigger than your brain!" Zack snapped back, stepping closer. He doesn’t scare me at all. Damian’s body is way bigger than his. If anyone could size me up, it’s Damian. Zack looks like a freaking Chihuahua compared to him. "Enough, you two," the priest stepped in with a fed-up expression. "I’ve had enough of this vulgar language and inappropriate behavior. You two will be cuffed together until you learn to get along," the priest said, his tone controlled, but anger leaking through.

"They're happy for us. You don't need to feel guilty at all." "Can I ask you something?" asked Gretchen as she played with the sparse black hair on his chest. "217," said Damien. Gretchen pushed herself up on her elbow. "Are you fucking serious? You're 217 years old?" Damien smiled and nodded. "I am serious." "Well, you look pretty goddamn good, let me tell you." Gretchen laid her chin on his chest and looked in his eyes. "Thank you," he said as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

⸻ Sky stayed silent for a moment, staring out over the sea of grass rolling away from the camp's edge. The moonlight cast an ethereal silver glow over everything, the cool air brushing against their skin like a soft caress. "And you?" she broke the silence, almost whispering. "How did you become an instructor? You're still so young..." Damian smiled faintly and lifted his gaze to the stars, as if seeking his answer from them. "I was nineteen when they first sent me to the front," he said. "I never wanted to be a commander. But... something happened. During a raid, we lost almost everyone.

I ask him. “I have always wondered why you never asked. Damian asked years ago. But I will gladly share it with you,” he tells me. Shocking me that Damian knows and never mentioned anything. “I was born in London in 1930; I still recall the end of the Second World War, or as we know it to be, the end of the thousand-year war. I was so deeply affected by the events, bombs waking me up from sleep, friends losing their fathers and older brothers. I decided to train as hard as possible; I wanted to make a difference and save the world. I joined the military to protect the weak and save them all. I lied about my age and joined just before my 15th birthday. Soldiers were still being sent out on pe

A single dark sedan sat near the back wall with its engine off and headlights dark. A man leaned against the driver’s side door. He had his arms crossed, looking like someone who had spent the last hour trying to talk himself out of this meeting. Dr. Damien. Dr. Damien was younger than I expected early forties, with a slight build. He straightened up when he saw me. "Richard?” He said, stretching his hand for an embrace. We stood there for a beat and both of us already knew this conversation wasn't going to be ordinary. "I want to be clear," he said before I could speak. "I have a family and a career I’ve built over fifteen years. There are limits to what I can do."

Damian seemed to know what he wanted to be and parted ways with Zen, informing him to meet Sasha at the town’s fountain square when he finished his job specialisation quest. Viewing Godly Food’s party composition, Zen wondered what role he should fill for them. According to Damian, there was a special type of magician he was thinking of becoming. Zen thought it was a little weird for a scientist heir to believe in magic. However, Damian had a secondary job as an engineer. Perhaps magic and science went hand in hand?

I replied unsure of how he knew it was my birthday. Just then one of the doors opened and Damian came in holding a beautiful birthday cake. I couldn't tell which was more beautiful him or the cake. he was wearing a blue jeans and an unbuttoned short sleeve white shirt. clearing revealing his broad chest and abs. seeing him standing made me have a flash back of all the times we have cuddled. He looked like he has just been dipped into a hot sauce. how I want long kiss those thick full lips and be wrapped up in his strong steady hands.

Our baby. Me. There was only so much a human being could go through. No matter how strong they appeared to be. Damiano has already endured so much pain in his life, and only at the mere age of thirty. I know his upbringing taught him to be cold and heartless in order to be a leader, but I knew the end for me would shatter him into pieces. I prayed for him. I prayed he would be okay no matter what the outcome would be. I prayed for everyone I had come to love and care for, hoping they would be okay.

Damian entered Vincent's ward while Ashton and jack waited outside to give them privacy. Damian looked at Vincent and smiled. Vincent was a man in his late 50s. His build and fit body was hiding his age perfectly but today he was looking tired. He had the same eyes like rose, stormy grey orbs and raven black hair. Rose definitely got her features from her father. Stella was there with them too but damian ignored her. "Damian my boy... How are you?..." Vincent asked smiling. "It should be me asking you that uncle. How are you feeling now..."