He'd been Damian's most trusted executioner for thousands of years.
While she never complained, it was clear she needed Damian to visit again soon and heal the damage his brother did to her on a daily basis.
I'm not Damian or Jule; you can't sweet talk me into anything.
"Boy or girl?" he asked, genuinely happy about Damian and Sofia's first child.
He'd served as Damian's executioner for thousands of years, a position he found fitting for his general dislike of the human capacity for evil.
He couldn't help feeling thrilled at the prospect of Damian's son.
Damian himself would be overjoyed, and Jule-- the third adopted brother in their threesome-- ecstatic.
He pulled out his phone to text Damian.
He hadn't heard from either Damian or Jule in two weeks.
I have to, because Damian's going to be gone for another week and a half, and then a lot of bad stuff is about to happen, but whatever.
Once Damian came back, Dusty was going on his first vacation ever.
He closed his eyes and summoned his power to Travel, one of the most useful gifts Damian granted him.
He'd never gone a day without silently thanking Damian for the gift of self-healing.
Damian needed to know.
Why can't I contact Damian or Jule?
He'd been a kid when Damian found him and a human when the Schism occurred.
He logged into the computer and clandestine website, sending Damian an urgent message.
His memories and thoughts played like home videos, similar to those of her mate, Damian, and his adopted brothers.
Dusty, Sofia, Darian, Damian, Jule, Jenn, Toni, Jonny, Watcher.
Damian can do that, too, but Darian's too weak yet to tap into his power.
He missed Damian and Jule.
"I miss Damian," she whispered.
He tested his new phone by sending Damian and Jule a text. 911.
If anyone could, it would be Darian while Damian was away.
Speck shifted away from him, a response Dusty was accustomed to after thousands of years as Damian's lead executioner.
He and Damian can use the portals.
Damian saw him and bought the herd of them, freeing all but him.
Breathless, Dusty closed his eyes and leaned against the punching bag, unable to shake his first memories of Damian or his last memories of his sister, Trinka.
He'd trade all the powers Damian granted him after the Schism for his sister's life.
He'd sworn to Damian that he'd protect him.
Watch the kid and get word to Damian tomorrow morning.
"Damian's gonna be so pissed," Darian said to no one in particular.
Looks like Darian took out everyone's power but Damian's.
The last will require some discussion with Damian.
Damian smiled wide and opened the door, sliding into the passenger seat.
Damian suspected what kind of hell Dusty had been through and was pleased to see his trusted friend looking good.
I think the worst is you've been whipped by a woman, Damian ticked off.
Damian stared at him.
Damian laughed, thrilled to be back with his adopted brother and to see the glow in his face.
Damian's silver-white hair was braided down his back, his thick body causing him to sink two inches into the mud.
"The whole world saw that go down," Damian said with a sidelong look at him.
Jonny's brown eyes, now black, traveled past Dusty to Damian.
You won't jerk me around like you did Damian.
Yes, I kept you from returning with Damian to North America.
Damian might have some insight into what was going on, and who the Magician was.
He chuckled, silently thanking Damian and his mate.
"Damian doesn't know I'm here," Darian added.
Damian's just figuring that out.
"Good to see you, Darian," Jule said, genuinely happy to see Damian's brother alive.
"I'm pretty sure he gets the picture," Damian said, unable to help his amusement.
"Ah," Damian said with a tight smile.
No one is invulnerable to temptation, Damian.
"Some of us are," Damian countered, impressed by how far the youth had come in so short a time.
"Neither do I," Damian agreed.
The voice of Damian's mate, Sofi, was a whisper in his mind.
Damian studied him, curious about the reaction.
Damian wondered what the hell Sofi had figured out that would send the man before him into the teenage-like fit.
If it goes off for any reason, I'll be at your throat with a knife, truce be damned, Damian said in a low, firm voice.
"She'll be okay, Damian," Sofi's soft voice greeted him as he opened his eyes.
"My own little mini-Watcher," Damian said, holding out his hand to her.
Damian Transported himself before he ditched his mission for some quality time with his mate.
Damian went to the gym, where Darian spent most of his time.
Amused, Damian looked at Darian and tossed his head towards the door.
Dusty trusted her for a reason, and if Dusty trusted someone, Damian knew she was the best at what she did.
Damian growled, crossing his arms.
The vamp standing beside Jonny was as big as any of Damian's Guardians, with eyes that glowed red.
"I promise, Damian," Jonny said quickly.
While uneasy, Damian suspected Jenn was seasoned enough to handle the boy for a month.
The vamp crossed the room to Damian and stood.
You'll have to stick with animals, Damian replied.
Damian called to the Black God.
"Let's go, Charlie," Damian said and offered his hand to the vamp.
Maybe it was his delirium, but Jule thought the vamp looked larger than even Damian.
"Damian," she read out loud.
It appears as if either you, Damian, or you, Jonny, sent someone to kill her.
Damian can't say the same.
"Jule wouldn't kill one of his own without good reason," Damian said, plainly unconvinced.
The man named Damian still watched her.
"If I remember correctly, this realm belongs to Jonny and me," Damian said with a spark of anger.
You don't give me orders, Damian.
No matter, I'm outta here, Damian said.
Damian disappeared, followed by the man named Jonny and the woman with him.
The man in the corner was tall with eyes that swirled gold like Damian's had.
Anyway, Damian sent me.
Damian can read minds.
The air around him rippled, reminding her he was as powerful as Damian.
Thus far, he'd listened to her, and she hoped he feared Damian enough to continue paying attention.
They meant little to her, but to Damian, they could mean something.
I can do things Damian and the Black God can't.
I mean, I might be able to seal the breach I made, if it doesn't get bigger and I can borrow Damian's power.
You gotta keep her alive while Damian figures out what to do.
Damian tapped the knife against his boot, deep in thought.
"If he chooses to protect this target from us—" "First," Damian said, standing, "Jule doesn't take orders from you.
"If you can't answer that, then I'm not going to help you," Damian said.
Damian would never kill his brother, Jule, but if the woman was dangerous enough to warrant a Watcher's attention, he couldn't look the other way.
Damian didn't respond, silently cursing the being.
The more Damian dealt with them, the less he wanted to deal with them again.
Damian sought out Sofi, both for her calming influence and any tidbits of what she might've Seen.
You and Dusty better catch up, Damian teased his brother's mate.
Damian looked down at Sofi and raised an eyebrow.
Damian turned in time to see the vamp Charlie struggling to drag a skinned deer carcass across the threshold.
"It's okay, Damian," Bianca said quickly.
Damian looked the vamp over.
Damian, however, was impressed he was able to do it at all.
He's a person of sorts, too, Damian.
Damian, why not give him a shot at something?
The vamp stared at Damian.
"Fine. I'll assign him something to do," Damian said.
Damian reconsidered the vamp before looking at Sofi, who ignored him.
"You can track Others," Damian repeated.
"Well, then, let's get started," Damian said and motioned for the vamp to follow as he strode towards the house's back door.
"Darian's not crazy enough to challenge an Other," Damian said.
"Lookin' good, brother," Damian said with a smile.
No, Darian, Damian said, perplexed.
"Play well together, or it's back to the kitchen with you, Charles," Damian warned.
The training was part of what Damian wanted her there to do, and she mixed training with good old-fashioned spy techniques.
They wanted your head, too, but Damian set 'em straight, Dusty replied.
Damian will tell them to go to hell.
Jule was quiet, trying hard to remember something from before the Schism besides brief glimpses of Darian and Damian.
"And now, you want me and Damian to run the Others off," Jule finished.
That he was an Original Being who had chosen to stay with Damian and a woman long since dead.
Damian appeared to be waiting for him, perched on the corner of a mahogany desk with his arms crossed.
"'Bout time," Damian said before Jule's eyes opened.
"I called off the hit on your woman," Damian said.
"I take it now's the time," Damian said with a snort.
Damian was quiet for a moment.
The Vamp is here, and yet the only tear between realms was caused by Darian and is being pursued by the Watchers and Others, Damian said.
"Makes sense," Damian said thoughtfully.
"I can't tell if they have faith we'll figure this out, or if they're secretly hoping we don't," Damian admitted.
"You said the Original Vamp is here," Damian asked.
Certain creatures with unlimited power and motivations thousands of years in the making weren't what Damian really needed right now.
He almost refused before he realized he had no choice, if he wanted to help Yully survive and Damian defeat the Other.
Jule Transported himself back to Damian's headquarters.
Damian went to scout things out.
Just don't tell Damian or Dusty.
She recognized Damian, Darian, Jonny, the woman who accompanied Jonny, and several others.
The magic made her head spin, but she focused on the two most powerful sources: Damian and Jonny.
"Take her to Bianca," Damian said, approaching.
Jonny asked, drawing abreast of Damian.
"Damian," Jule said, standing with his mate cradled in his arms.
Tell Dusty not to blow everything up, and leave the vamp alone, Damian said.
If not for Yully's fading energy, Jule would've stayed to make sure Damian's version of chat resembled his and not Dusty's, who was more likely to shoot first and discuss later.
"I knew I could trust him to tell me when he needed to," Damian replied.
"Damian, he's my most trusted servant," Jonny echoed, turning to him.
Damian studied him, not sure what to think of the oldest vamp in the universe.
Damian never imagined her protector might be the towering vamp before him.
There was more to Xander than Damian could pinpoint.
"I take it you're not a fan of the Others," Damian said.
"I have about three weeks left in my truce with Jonny," Damian started.
"Leave that to me," Damian replied.
"Nothing," Damian said and crossed his arms.
Damian turned to walk away.
"Good. He'll find you in a day or so," Damian said without turning.
Damian heard the uneasy note in her voice and looked her over, his gaze lingering at her hips, where her weapons should've been.
"When Jule goes to see Xander, he'll stop by to have a chat with her," Damian replied.
Damian lifted his head, indicating the three forms standing at the top of the hill.
"You have no idea," Damian replied then turned his attention to the figures on the hill.
He'd let her live, knowing she was obligated to report everything to Damian and powerful enough to be dismissive of any threat she might cause.
Damian's headquarters is in Texas for now.
Sofi is Damian's mate.
She recognized Damian and Darian as they neared and crept closer to Jule at the sight of the strange man with red glowing eyes.
Damian asked with an easy smile.
Yully, you've met Damian and Darian.
Dusty eyed the wiry man coolly, and Damian chuckled.
And this … thing—" Damian indicated the man with red eyes "—is Charles.
"I need your man for a few minutes," Damian said.
The low growl drew her attention behind her, where the red-eyed man materialized beside Damian.
"She is too powerful for this realm, Damian," the green-eyed man said.
"This has been a long time coming, Watcher, but don't come back," Damian said.
The Watcher frowned, his gaze going from Damian to Jule.
This is Damian Bylun.
Damian Bylun stared at the phone.
Damian, I'm one of your … employees.
Damian opened his PDA to do a quick search on the number.
Damian hung up and looked at his executive officer and sparring partner.
Han nodded, and Damian trotted into the 20,000-square-foot mansion in the middle of the Arizona desert he called home.
Damian waved to show he'd heard and then took the stairs two at a time to his room.
Han's brother Laney, one of Damian's oldest Guardians and the station chief for NOVA sector, leaned in the doorway to the main house with a smile.
Damian walked over to him.
Damian sat down on the arm of a leather couch, accustomed to the reaction, and pulled off his boot to drain the water.
"You're going to think I'm crazy—" "Already do," Damian said.
Damian held up his hand.
"There haven't been any in tens of thousands of years," Damian said slowly.
Damian closed his eyes and opened them, materializing in his suite in Tucson.
Damian grunted, expecting Dusty's message.
As their king, Damian owed them nothing.
Damian knew better than to trust the deceptive appearance of this type of creature.
"I'm glad I entertain you," Damian said flatly.
Damian didn't trust the beings that saw all, knew all, and yet spoke in riddles—if they chose to speak at all.
Damian mulled his words, waiting for more.
Damian hadn't expected his day to be so eventful.
Damian crossed to his window and gazed out at the setting sun.
Damian returned his interest to the displays, and Han closed the door softly.
At the pause, Damian knew they were all looking at the geospatial depiction.
"I think Dusty's right," Damian agreed.
"Chill, Dusty, it's not that serious," Damian answered.
Damian could feel his ire through the screen.
Damian knew if they had video chat, he'd see Jule rolling his eyes.
"I'll come to Europe after the Quarterly with some reinforcements," Damian offered.
I'm getting reports from the recruitment team that a lot of their newly flagged Guardians are getting whacked as soon as they make the list, Damian said.
Damian grimaced, recalling the last time he'd seen the beautiful woman, his slain brother's wife.
Damian snorted, gaze lingering on the map.
Damian Bylun was not a doctor.
Damian wasn't sure how someone going from the second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like she crawled through a war zone.
Damian heard the amusement in his voice.
Damian asked, moving away from the door.
"That could be an issue," Damian said, gaze returning to the door he'd just left.
Damian felt the unusual urge to look in on her again, to feel her soft skin against him once more and make sure she was safe.
Damian smiled, waiting for Dusty's response.
"I remembered," Damian said promptly.
He'd never said why, and Damian didn't ask.
"Gotta go, boys," Damian said.
Outside her room, Han whipped out his phone to text Damian with an irritated sigh.
Damian glanced at the new text message from Han before his gaze returned to the small base camp tucked between two ridges in the Tucson Mountains.
Damian followed him across the dusty landing pads to the helo-hangar.
Pleased that one thing was going right, Damian tucked the phone away.
Damian sobered, troubled by the news.
Damian crossed his arms.
No one could find Damian's HQ unless they were on the guest list, or one of his Guardians revealed its location.
"The Quarterly is coming up in a week," Damian said, coming to the same conclusion.
Rainy nodded, a look of relief crossing his features, and Damian saw his mind was on his Natural ward, Traci.
Damian issued few clean-up orders, for there was no way to maintain the discretion his Guardians needed to mask their shadow operations protecting humanity.
Rainy's voice was quiet, and Damian sensed his heartfelt gratitude.
I know, Damian replied.
Damian snorted then glanced at Rainy.
Damian clapped him on the arm and opened the door.
Her gaze swept over them, stopping to rest on Damian.
The men were dispersing, and her heart leapt when she saw Damian's gaze riveted to her window.
By the look on Damian's face, he wasn't happy.
Startled, Damian stared at her.
She left the door cracked until she heard Jake greet Damian as the leader passed her room.
Damian had a lot of cars, and she found the black BMW whose lights flashed when she clicked the key fob.
She tightened her grip on the wheel, assuming he spoke to Damian.
She was pretty sure Damian would find her no matter where she tried to go, but damn them all, she was going home.
She turned, startled to find the man in front her of the same make and mold as Damian's men.
Damian turned the cell phone back on and emerged into the warm evening air from the Marriott's conference room, the random place chosen by his spy chief for this week's intelligence briefing.
Damian accepted his hand in greeting, looking around.
Furious his order had been disobeyed, Damian started for the young Guardian.
Damian met Dusty's clear blue eyes, blood boiling.
"He's going with me," Damian said, indicating Jake.
It was a death sentence, and Damian saw the realization in Jake's eyes before the newbie left for the weapons room.
Damian pulled off his sweater to reveal a black T-shirt and tucked weapons into his cargo pants, boots, and pockets.
"Not yet," Damian admitted.
Dusty shook his head, though Damian saw his faint smile.
Damian's not gonna sit around for this one.
That Damian was capable of the same level of violence as these men reminded her that this world was nothing like hers.
The alarm sounded the second Damian materialized into the compound.
Damian whirled, whipping out the sword at his back.
He ducked into a doorway while Damian shot two more vamps and reappeared, the blueprints on the screen.
"Guide me in," Damian ordered.
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