Chapter 15 One Escaped
Dimitri looked away from the others, his jaw tightened. The sky above the arena was beginning to clear, but his mind was clouded with dread. That incident... the massacre of newborns five months ago, he’d done everything to erase it. It was supposed to be a secret. "How did he find out?"
Ragnar’s words weren’t just an accusation. They were a warning. And the way Aura and Frederik glanced at each other made his stomach twist. They knew. Maybe not everything, but they knew enough, which meant one thing, they had planted a spy in his Empire.
Frederik crossed his arms. "You said only children born at the cursed hour were killed. But I heard rumors that one survived."
Dimitri didn’t move. They even knew as much as that?
He still remembered the mother who had come weeping, begging for him to save her daughter and newborn son who went missing during the massacre.
He looked at the others, his jaws clenched, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t know who the child was as they were unable to find the missing siblings. But the timing, the strength... it made his blood run cold.
Aura’s voice was softer this time, but sharper too. "A boy... born at the cursed hour. You buried that secret, didn’t you?"
Ragnar chuckled, but there was no amusement in his eyes. "And now that child’s power nearly destroyed our strongest barrier in centuries. Are you sure you buried the right one?"
A tremor passed through Dimitri’s spine. His silence only confirmed their suspicions.
"We don’t know if it’s the same child," he said slowly, trying to maintain control. "We don’t know anything for certain yet."
Aura tilted her head. "Then maybe it’s time we find out."