For the damned | ✓

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HE DISAPPEARED, LEAVING DELILAH behind with two bickering guys. She was sad to see the Reaper go, even if he had promised to come back again. It was when James grabbed her arm that she got pulled back to the present again, blinking as she looked up at him. A look of concern had colored his eyes, but it was Jonathan who spoke first, practically pushing him aside.

"What about Logan?" he frowned," you told me you would pass a message."

"I will," she promised," but I do not have his soul at this moment."

"What -" Jonathan began, but James pushed him away, annoyance clear on his face.

"Stop bothering her, dude," he said," text the guy if you want to tell him something, Delilah isn't your slave."

Jonathan looked ready to throw a punch, but it was Roshan's voice which interrupted the fight, his lazy drawl curling around them.

"What do we have here?" he said, blue nails tapping on his flute of champagne," don't tell me you guys were having fun without me?"

"We weren't," James said," Delilah and I were just about to leave."

Jonathan huffed, grabbing James by the collar and pulling him closer, eyes aflame.

"You think you can just do whatever you want?" he said.

"You -" James said, fists clenching.

Before any of them could continue, Roshan placed a hand on Jonathan's shoulder, a charming smile on his face.

"Let's not become violent now," he said, clicking his tongue in distaste.

"Get your hand off me," Jonathan snapped at him, already moving to push Roshan away.

Right then Roshan placed his hand on Jonathan's shoulder, swiping his footing away and pressing him down with his knee in one fluid move. He rolled his eyes, his champagne not having spilled out of the glass as he sipped on it.

"Told you not to get violent now," he said.

"What the fuck," Jonathan breathed.

"Come on now," Roshan complained as he let him go, brushing imaginary dust from his knee," you almost got my clothes dirty. This is why I don't like fighting."

One look at the whole scene, at Roshan tugging his cuffs straight again, Jonathan grumbling on the floor and James' scowl, and Delilah turned around, having seen enough.

"I'm leaving," she declared, flashing a smile over her shoulder so they wouldn't worry too much," the energy has gotten bad here, I think you all need some fresh air to clear your head. Either way, we'll talk tomorrow. Please tell Theresa I've gone ahead."

"Delilah," James called out, reaching for her but stopping just before he touched her. His hand curled up again as he parted his lips, but no words came out. With a shake of his head, he continued, quieter now. "No, it's nothing. I'll see you later."

"I promise not to harm anyone else if you stay," Roshan said.

She chuckled, waving his concerns off as she walked through the crowd, Jonathan's shouts lost amidst the music. The walk back to her dorm was short, ghosts passing by her as she absentmindedly hummed to herself. Once she closed her door behind her she walked towards the bathroom she shared with Theresa, drawing herself a bath and soaking in the essential oils.

With a long sigh she lifted her chin to the ceiling, closing her eyes as the ticking of the clock Theresa had hung danced off the walls. She never minded being out, but in the end nothing brought her as much peace as her own space. When she put on a towel and headed to her room again forty minutes later, she felt refreshed, her thoughts with Theresa as she hoped the girl wouldn't be too angry.