There was only one thing the Guard was good for in his mind: starting wars that they could never finish. Just about every single member was unhinged when it came to Silvers, and putting them in the same mile radius of some was akin to unleashing RABID dogs. There was no possible way that this night would end peacefully, and the entire idea of it was goddamn stupid.
What was especially goddamn stupid was letting DAMON goddamn fucking IVERS anywhere NEAR this. Unless it was some sort of roundabout excuse to have him captured by the Silvers and then have a sniper send a bullet into his skull, Noah saw no possible way for his presence here to end well.
( In all fairness, Noah saw no possible way for his life in general to end well, but that was an argument for another day. )
The eldest Oliver was tipping open the lid of the dumpster to dispose of his garbage when familiar eyes looked up to meet his. He laughed, an amused and patronizing grin on his lips as he sent the trash into the bin anyway, right over top of Damon’s head. “Finally found somewhere you belong, Ivers.”
&. ‘ @damonivers
