Chapter 222: A Match Made in Heaven
Back at Haven Forest, Ezekiel quickly wrapped up things and discussed everything with the Sorel Guild heads, giving them a heads-up on the situation to make sure that extra precautions would be taken cared for.
"I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but there’s still no way for me to determine Devon’s energy in particular. All of them have the same dark energy inside of them, and there’s no way I can distinguish who among them is hosting Devon’s energy," Lurio told him after he checked on everyone on the list who had demon blood in them.
Ezekiel released a frustrated sigh as he stared at King Amon. For some reason, his hunch was telling him that Devon would rather have one of his bloodthreads inside his own half-brother.
"We need to closely monitor King Amon," he instructed Lurio. Then, turning to Cora, he asked, "Is there any news on when my sister, Mineah, will arrive?"
"She’ll arrive in two days, Your Majesty," Cora commented. His sister could see the life essence in the body and energies, so maybe Mineah could help in distinguishing Devon’s bloodthread since Mineah managed to extract it before from their mage Jayra.
Ezekiel absorbed the information with a grave expression, his mind already racing with plans and contingencies. If they couldn’t directly identify who was hosting Devon’s bloodthread, they would need to rely on other methods.
"I’ll head back to Katelina. Meanwhile, stay alert and report anything suspicious," Stephan instructed. Without waiting for a response, he walked straight to Katelina’s tent. Everyone from Zion greeted him with a bow as he passed by. There was no need for him to sneak around in his invisible form anymore, as the news of him marking Katelina had already spread. Marking and forming the flamebond was akin to being formally married.
His smile was radiant as he entered the tent and found Katelina still asleep. With gentle movements, he quietly joined her on the bed, relishing the warmth of her presence. Nestling his face into the crook of her neck, he inhaled her divine scent.
[Behave,] Khal’s reminder echoed in his mind. [Let her rest; her body is still adjusting, not just physically, but also to the inner energies brought on by the flamebond and the dragonrider blood.]