Chapter 197: Is It Sorcery?
"You know..." Damien began, his tone low but heavy with accusation as he paced a slow circle around Morvakar’s workspace. His fingers brushed the edge of the cluttered table. "If we were in Blood City’s courtroom, I think you would be digging your own grave with your testimony right now."
"How is it that you say you didn’t do something only you can do?" Damien asked. "Is it sorcery? Someone trying to frame you?"
Morvakar’s shoulders sank ever so slightly. The truth was, even he didn’t know. "No," he said slowly, not meeting Damien’s eyes just yet. "But let us address it from the beginning." He gestured to the table where the necklace still lay. "The necklace pulled you to the woman," he said, needing confirmation once again.
"Yes..." Damien replied, crossing his arms over his chest, brow furrowed.
"Then you need to look at this more deeply," Morvakar said, leaning in, lowering his voice to a whisper as though the shadows themselves might be listening. "Don’t think like a mate, Damien. Think like a king. Why?"
"Well," he said carefully, "someone wants me to find her."
Morvakar nodded. "Exactly. But again—why? Is it to help you or to destroy you?"
Damien hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek. A thousand answers rushed forward, but only one made any sense. "Gabriel..." he muttered. "Gabriel has been making weird moves since the wedding. He knows something and he is exploiting it."
"Yeah, he’s a weasel," Morvakar asserted. "That man was born to slither."
Damien chuckled, but it was hollow, his mind spinning.