As much as Nathan would enjoy seeing Damien eaten alive by a dragon... "After all the shit he's pulled, a quick death's too good for that douchebag anyway."

Damien's douchebaggery was also of the entirely predictable kind, which was more than they could say about any of the other idiots at the label who they'd be forced to deal with instead, if Damien 'mysteriously disappeared'.

Nathan was absently stabbing at his steak a little more violently than before as he fell into one of his brooding silences. It wasn't Damien who occupied his thoughts now. Maybe time hadn't quite healed all wounds that had been caused during those horrible nine months.