That pendant… who was that guy, really, to have something like that on him? Damen sighed and rubbed his eyes. He should really stop thinking about it, but he couldn’t. The symbol on it had been strangely familiar, and he wasn’t sure where it was from. It was at the tip of his mind, if only he could remember…
“That’s the fourth time you’ve sighed like that in the past fifteen minutes,” Javaid said, looking up from where he had been carving a lewd message into the side of a fountain. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Damen said. “Just thinking.”
“What? Nooooo. Are you sure you were thinking? I thought you were dancing.”