Who Is The Master

Wyatt’s bleeding lips were sealed tightly together and his eyes had not lifted to meet Denise’s for even a second. With things as they were, he couldn’t help but wish…she had just let him die.

“Hey.” Damian’s eyes narrowed, as his fingers pressed into Wyatt’s back, nails sinking deep enough to draw blood. “At least pretend you’re grateful.”

Clenching his jaw, Wyatt reluctantly lowered his head even further and leaned over, bowing briefly. He kept his mouth shut but the intense feeling of Damian’s glare digging into his skull made his lips reluctantly slide apart, “Thank…” He swallowed his remaining pride, “Thank you…”

“Good!” Damian grinned, pleased. “Now then, I’ll escort you four back to---”

“No.” Denise glared at him from over the Queen’s shoulder, a clear sign of deep opposition to his words.

“Ah… Though I understand your worries, I’m a bit offended. I would let my brother do the honors instead since he has a much better reputation, but he has a special case as you can s