Victor didn't move.
He stood his ground with the quiet resignation of someone who had already made peace with whatever came next, his eyes meeting Damon's without flinching for the first time since the door had opened.
Damon stopped directly in front of him, the grip on his sword so tight that any metal that wasn't a relic would've crashed.
He stared directly at Victor for a long moment before loosening his grip and lowering his weapon slightly.
"How do you get in contact with them?" he asked.
Victor blinked. Whatever he'd been preparing himself for, it wasn't a question.
"Fire," he said carefully. "I light a fire on top of an old warehouse, then they come and seek me out once they see it. Why?"
Damon looked at him steadily.
"Because you're going to betray me," he said, "and we're going to save your sister while we're at it."
Victor stared blankly at him. "What?"
