"So ..why are you back so soon .." Lazarak asked, pouring Damon a drink and sliding the cup across the table.
Damon bit his lip, recalling how Lilith was probably… no, she was definitely mad at him. She wouldn't want to talk to him. No, that wasn't it. He was the one who didn't want to talk to her.
He glanced at Lazarak. Then back at the drink, Lazarak was probably the only person he could talk to right now.
The only one who wouldn't treat him like he's lost his mind.
Lazarak now appeared to look his age. A handsome young man. No, more than handsome. Beautiful. His dark hair was long and smooth, his black robes perfect and clean, his face calm with soft expressions.
Damon felt a flicker of jealousy but made no effort to hide it.
"I had a bit of a falling out with a friend.."
Lazarak nodded slowly, a thin smile forming at the corner of his lips.
"I assume you're in the wrong since you came running here."
