You quickly rushed back and grabbed a second dish of food before setting off to find one of the boys.

You peered down each hallway, hoping to spot an incubi wandering around so you wouldn’t have to check every single room.

Your lips pressed together in irritation.

With a resigned sigh, you realized you’d have no choice but to search each room individually.

Turning sharply, you headed up the stairs. You walked down a hallway, opened a random door, and peeked inside.

Damien was in a study you didn’t recognize.

The room was cozy, with a polished desk and a display case filled with toys, books, and memorabilia. You had never been in this room before, yet Damien moved through it as if he knew every corner intimately.

He was staring at the pictures and books on the shelves, almost lost in thought. It was strangely endearing, though a subtle sadness lingered in his eyes.

“Damien?” you called softly.

“Huh? Oh… hello,” he said, turning to you with a gentle smile, as if your presence hadn’t disturbed him at all.

You stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

“I was just looking at the books,” he said. “They cover some very interesting topics.”

You glanced at the shelves, skimming the spines. Each book was about business or psychology, varying in thickness and wear.

“Do humans really study this much?” Damien asked, his curiosity genuine.