The journey back remained quiet.
Damian sat by the window of the SUV with one hand resting against his temple while Rin occupied the seat beside him. Neither spoke. The city lights drifted across the tinted glass one after another as Chicago slowly transitioned from evening traffic into nightlife.
By the time they reached home, it was already seven in the evening.
His phone had vibrated endlessly throughout the ride with several missed calls and several unread messages. Among them were repeated calls from Victor Hale, the managing partner of the firm.
Damian rejected every single one and he did not even bother opening the messages.
A clone carrying ten percent of his power had already been sent off to handle everything outside. Right now, it was making preparations for a movie night with Clara, leaving his real body completely free to return to his wives.
