Damon stared down at the device resting in my open palm as if it were a piece of filthy trash he had just spotted on the pavement. His features twisted into a cold look of total disgust. He didn't even bother extending a finger to touch it. Instead, he simply shifted his sharp gaze toward the young sales clerk standing nearby.
"What kind of ancient relic is this?" he demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy tone that seemed to freeze the air in the room. "Is this really the absolute best device you have available in this entire showroom? Is this all you have to offer?"
The clerk shifted her weight uncomfortably from foot to foot, her confident posture wavering as her eyes darted nervously between the two of us. "Well, sir," she stammered, adjusting her collar. "That particular
