VIENDA | EVENING
Damen was on edge.
It had been a whole season and a bit since Azmus had implored him to find the mole in their ranks. To find out who exactly had leaked the location of his offspring. His daughter. The Bastian had been shocked when the Overseer had said it, he’d had an inkling of something hidden in Old Rose, given the resources the High Judge pulled from him. But a daughter? He had so many questions about her. Why was she hidden? Who was she? How old was she?
Was she a galdor?
Damn daughters, were they all trouble? He took a deep breath. At least Charity was a viable asset after Mathias’ disgrace—or rather she had been before that filthy farm boy had reappeared. That boy…
Damen stood by his desk, one hand tapping the wood as his piercing blue eyes stared out of his office window into the humid Viendan night, putting Rhys Valentin out of his mind. A whole season and a bit and they had found nothing regarding the kidnapping. They’d interviewed almost the entire Seventen unit under his care and come up trumps. It was getting tense. He would have to start on Hanz’ other officers, and he had no clocking idea how to even start. Morde was not entirely privy to the entire operation of the Oculus, so trying to explain why Damen D’Arthe was taking his staff without reason for questioning would be….delicate. He needed someone new, someone…in between.
“I hope you are quite sure of this, Damen.” A soft, yet firm voice spoke from the armchair on the other side of the desk, hinting at the barest of Hoxian accents. The Captain’s eye twitched, though he didn't turn around to face its owner.
“I wouldn’t invite her if I wasn't Diaxio. Monica is unlike her peers. She’s got drive, and a willingness to do whatever it takes.” The jade eyed galdor crossed her legs, smoothing her beige skirt.
“Sounds like someone else you know. How is Mister Valentin going, by the way?” Damen glanced back at her then, his lip curling into a slight sneer and brow drawing.
“I told you, he is my mess. I will deal with Rhys.” Diaxio raised a lazy eyebrow.
“And I remind you, that whilst you’re technically my Order senior, you are not my superior. The Overseer’s patience runs thin, sir.” She said in a dangerously quite tone, keeping her hard gaze on Damen till he turned away again.
Bloody clocking Hoxian tumble.