Damian's eyes had been glued to Anita since she mentioned him. Fourth mark? Yes, it explains the daywalking, but to have it happen unintentionally and be bound to a master necromancer? Confused is a rather delicate term.

He rises from where he had decided to curl up on the floor with Nathaniel. His movements are a bit stiff for the usually elegant vampire, but he takes the phone from Anita.

"Yes?" he says into the receiver, wary of the distant anger he can feel.