Because, God knew, that the chances of me keeping any of those promises without divine intervention were slim to none. I went to the big security guards. He frowned. I know, but maybe Nathaniel could go? What? Go down to a bar in maybe a bad section of town and arm wrestle a werewolf so new he can't drink safely? I shook my head.
I think he'd expected me to go down, because he had this surprised look on his face. But I didn't say it. I'll stay until Damian is down for the day. I said what I was thinking.
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