Damian had been in a pensive mood all day and now that night had fallen, he felt even worse. He had been lying in his bed, wide awake for hours, unable to fall asleep. Something was bothering him about Gwen, and he had no idea what to do about it. The only thing he could think of doing was to visit her in her temporary prison and ask her some questions.
He tossed the covers back and hastily dressed. He hoped the guards would not object to him speaking with Gwen. Most everyone in Obsidian was aware of his relationship with his paternal grandmother, which was distant even when they were still on speaking terms. Now, he and Darla did their best to avoid her, but tonight, he needed some answers.
A clatter from his kitchen made Damian sigh. He had moved into a home near his parents, which he
