Damien and Juliet (ON HOLD)

C31| Flash of recognition

"Right..." I trailed off, squeezing my fingers as I slowly nodded my head. "We'll take it slowly," I softly and uncertainly repeated.

When I heard an abrupt knock on the door, my gaze snapped to it just as Orion pulled it open. As Isaac and Sean stepped inside, my heart sank with disappointment but I still forced a smile onto my face, choosing to focus my gaze on Isaac ether than the angry man beside him.

"You're looking better," Isaac gently murmured and I nodded, bringing the sheets to my chest. "I..." Isaac trailed off and cleared his throat, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head as he suddenly avoided my gaze. I raised an eyebrow at his unusually bashful behaviour, cocking my head to the side.

"You expressly ignored my orders," Sean growled out, glowering at me while his hands balled into fists.

"And for that, I owe you my life," Isaac interjected, turning his harsh glare onto his second in command. "Thank you, Juliet," he finished, looking back to me with a gracious, half smile.

It was strange how young he suddenly seemed.

At his words, I simply shrugged in response, stretching my arms out in front of me with a slight yawn.

"Take it easy for the rest of the day," Isaac instructed and I immediately noticed that his eyes were slowly draining themselves of emotions once more. "I'll page you if there's another mission," he added and I nodded again, letting a smile slip into my lips.

"I've instructed that all werewolves are to ensure that they've been injected with their usual dose of silver. I'm a little disappointed that a few of you neglected to do this and were able to shift last night-" Isaac seriously continued, gazing over at Cynthia, Cynthius and Orion, "however, in light of recent events, I will excuse this as long as you all immediately rectify it," he finished and the werewolves in the room immediately bowed their heads. 

Then, without a word and a ghost of a smile, Isaac tilted his head toward me and when he excused himself from the room, he was quickly followed out by Sean.

"He doesn't look like he's just been locked up tortured," I softly commented as I eyed the door with confusion.

"That's because I healed him," Jason replied and again I found myself looking to him. "Oh!" his expression shifted and like he'd just remembered something and he immediately grabbed the jacket I'd worn last night from the edge of my bed and started rifling through the pockets. "There we go," he grinned, suddenly throwing something at me.

With a slight squeak, I caught it, frowning as I lifted the little ring into my field of vision so I could inspect it.

"This is-"

"Yeah," Jason nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he smiled at me. "The ring that stops Warlocks from using magic on you. I gave it to you a few days ago to protect you from other Warlocks in the compound," he explained and I frowned, trying to remember how and when I was given it.

"Oh," I mumbled, only vaguely aware that Cynthia had stiffened from where she stood by the door.

"Don't worry. When a spell has already been cast on someone, the ring does nothing to combat it. Meaning that the poison injected into you won't be back."

"Oh..." I repeated before cautiously sliding the ring onto my finger.

"I have to go," Cynthia's voice sharply sliced through the silence and when I looked up to her with surprise, she offered me a quick, forced smile. "I'm glad you're okay," she sincerely stated and then, without a word or a glance at anyone, she left the room.

"I should go too," Orion cleared his throat and like Cynthia, he offered me a smile. "Rest easy."

The door clicked softly behind him.