The next few days passed in a blur for Damian.
With his clone handling work outside, dealing with church matters, maintaining appearances and personally tormenting Ethan into complete psychological collapse, Damian finally gained something he had not truly experienced in a long time.
Rest.
At first, doing nothing felt unbearable. Every morning he woke up instinctively expecting problems, meetings, enemies, or another disaster waiting to happen. Remaining idle inside the mansion made him restless.
But slowly he adapted. The quiet became comfortable. Days passed with Damian lounging around the California mansion while the ocean waves crashed endlessly beyond the cliffs outside.
Sometimes he trained quietly. Other times he simply floated above the water while staring at the horizon in silence for hours.
And occasionally he spent entire nights laying in bed while his wives slept around him peacefully. The strange part was that he no longer felt guilty about wasting time.
