THREE YEARS AGO…Damian peered out from Marcie’s Bonny.
“Well?” Marcie asked impatiently. “I could be at the theater watching Crimson Uprising with my friends instead of sitting here, watching you stare off into some building.”
“Shut up,” Damian shot back, looking away from his spell-drenched hands. “It’s called ‘Keeping you safe’, a thing I wouldn’t expect a normie like you to get.”
“And there’s that ‘normie’ crap again. Look, just because I can’t do magic, doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like that! My father is a member of the Council of Elders. You will give me respect, or I—”
“Shut up!” Damian repeated. “I see something!” He looked through the circles he made with his fingers, through the spell that allowed him to stare through the apartment building in front of him, and at the f
