Chapter 43: The spy
Cedric’s strong sandalwood and vanilla scent hits Abrielle’s nostrils, and she subconsciously relaxes in his arms without knowing. As her heartbeat stabilizes, she peeks through the slightly ajar door and quickly notes the hooded figure is walking back in the direction of her room.
Her curiosity was tugged and her mind immediately came up with the conclusion that it was the spy. Cedric’s eyes furrowed as he observed the figure with questions in his mind, not about how someone was acting suspiciously and killing his guards but why his wife was awake around this time of the night.
His nose moved to her hair, had this subtle lavender scent, and his voice akin to a whisper, asked her. "What are you doing awake roaming the halls Abrielle?" He asked her and she froze.
He felt her go stiff in his arms and his gold eyes narrowed further. Abrielle nervously gulped feeling his heated gaze on her back. She knew she dared not tell him the truth as that would be forbidden and the lie better be very convincing.
"I was woken up by a slight noise in the night and decided to investigate." She answered. Cedric was not satisfied by her answer but he didn’t question her on it further. He had more important things to do to get rid of the nuisance that was roaming the halls.
After spending all day trying to investigate Khaos’ appearance, they were not about to find any signs of the summoners, but he had a feeling they were still around but hiding.
Cedric urged his elite squad to search further while he went back home to check up on his vicious wife as a good husband as he would describe himself.
On arriving at her room, he found it empty, which stunned him, wondering why it was empty, but his extremely good hearing heard distant sounds of tip-toeing footsteps, and he followed behind to find Abrielle, who was acting a bit suspicious.
He quietly followed behind in the shadows, lurking at places she couldn’t sense until this happened. There was a spy in the castle.