Damien met with Armin the next day. He needed to clear some things with him and make sure he wasn't made a fool out of.
"Ah, it's good to see you again so soon. You don't look too well. You aren't feeling ill, are you? Armin raised his brows.
Damien shook his head dismissively. He wasn't sick. But he must look terrible with bags under his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping well lately, not since he fought with Addie. "I am fine. I called you here because I wanted to discuss some things with you," he said.
"Do tell. I'm eager to hear what you have to ask," Armin smirked.
"Who was Arash? What's your relationship with him? Don't tell me I just killed your relative or something," Damien asked.
Armin laughed. "Wow, you are a curious one. I didn't think you'd care about who dies in your arms. Bu
