Chapter 243: A trustable witch
Gabriel gazed at the alcohol in the glass he had poured.
Karmen, who was in the mansion, came to him and sat by his side on the counter chair. "Why are you drinking at this hour? Is Amelie asleep?" He grabbed the bottle, pouring a glass for himself.
"Yeah, she’s in a deep slumber," Gabriel replied, his voice quiet. He lifted the glass and took a sip. "Why aren’t you asleep?"
"I was working," Karmen answered, settling comfortably in the chair. "Prince Dominick sent over a copy of the report Emerson Vitiello compiled. It’s troubling. Several minor cases have surfaced, betas disappearing without a trace. Some were eventually declared dead. What’s strange is that it’s been happening over a span of almost two years."
Gabriel hummed low in his throat. "You work hard," he muttered, finishing the last drop of his drink. He refilled his glass without hesitation.
Karmen studied him. "What’s bothering you? And why the sudden decision to leave the palace? I thought you planned to stay at least another week, especially until the pact with Luke was finalized."
Gabriel gave a dry chuckle, though there was no amusement in it. "Amelie grew close to my mother," he said, eyes fixed on the liquid in his glass. "She thinks my mother wants what’s best for me. But she has no idea, the only thing the Queen cares about is proving some damn prophecy from a witch right."
Karmen glanced at him sharply, confusion knitting his brows. He wondered silently if the Queen had pulled another stunt, one serious enough to push Gabriel to this edge again.
"Well, I’m staying awake because Amelie’s friend will shortly be here. I’ve sent a driver to the airport already," Gabriel said, lowering the glass after taking a long sip.
"Who?" Karmen curiously asked.
"Carlos," Gabriel answered. "He’s a witch’s son. Amelie said she saved his life a long time ago and from that moment onward, they both became friends."
"That’s quite interesting to know," said Karmen, smiling. "But why is he suddenly visiting her?"