Damien checked his watch as he left the coffee shop, tray in hand with two massive drinks for himself and Dorian, and silently counted out the inutes it would take him to walk back to the house. He was half wondering to himself if Dorian had woken up from his nap yet when his cell rang, and he glanced down with eyebrows raised. "Speak of the devil?" he murmured to himself, pulling the phone from his...