They didn't teleport very far.
In fact, they were still within the Grand Duke's estate—back inside Lilith's personal carriage.
It was a luxurious one. The seats were soft, the air inside cool and clean from enchanted vents, and the windows were sealed and tinted with layered privacy spells. Golden lights glowed gently from above, creating an almost serene atmosphere.
The soft ripple of space was barely gone when Damon dropped to his knees.
He coughed—hard—blood hitting the velvet floor. Lilith rushed forward, catching him before he could collapse entirely.
"Damon!" she hissed, panic cutting through her voice.
He took a ragged breath and wiped his lips with his sleeve, leaning back on the seat and holding his head with one trembling hand.
"That damn old man did a number on me…" he muttered through gritted teeth.
Lilith bit her lip. She reached into her pocket space and pulled out an expensive-looking potion, one that glowed faintly in her hand.
