Chapter 20 Damian stepped back as an awkward smile lightened his face. “I was about to take my leave, and thought I could bade you a proper goodbye,” he came up with a believable excuse. However, Avon was smart enough to not believe his words. He knew he was eavesdropping, and would rather not push on it. There’s a case more serious he has to deal with. That is, the safety of his little guy, and Death’s abrupt capture of his wife and assistant. “Goodbye!” Avon said to him before he broke back into a run, rushing down the hallway that leads to Atlas’s room. He got there in a matter of seconds as he barged into the room. His sight settled on Atlas cuddled up against the headboard of his bed, shaky and filled with fright. “Mom! Mom!!” He called out repeatedly in whispers, whimpering and riddled with fear. “Hey there little guy.” Avon quickly walked up to him and sat down beside him. “You’re okay, your mom is going to be okay,” he assured him before he drew him close into his arms a