Saint sat alone in his chamber, his head buried in his hands. The battle that Drake had had with Victoria or rather, the woman he had believed to be Victoria replayed in his mind over and over again. He could still hear her venomous laughter, see the blood trickling from Drake’s wounds, and worst of all, he could still feel the pain of betrayal cutting through him like a blade.The others had tried to warn him. Gerald. Drake. Even Steward. They had all sensed something off, something unnatural about the woman he had so fiercely defended. But Saint had refused to listen. He had let his love blind him to the truth, and because of that, he had nearly cost his clan everything.A sharp knock at the door startled him from his thoughts. He lifted his head slowly, dreading the conversation he knew was coming.“Enter,” he said, his voice hoarse.The door creaked open, and Gerald stepped in, followed closely by Drake, who was still bandaged from their fight. Drake looked better, but there was s

All through out the night, he was being tormented with what he had learnt. He wanted to march straight to wherever Vic was and put things to an end. The only thing that stopped him from doing that was; he did not know exactly where Vic was And he might have some trouble locating her hideout, Because if she could keep herself young and look exactly like Victoria with the help of medicine and Magic she could definitely use the same magic to conceal her location. Saint suddenly sprang up from the bed, tossing his duvet to the side as he began to pace across the floors, with his hands folded behind his back. "Damn it!" Saint cursed loudly into the cold night, the air around him taut, making it hard for him to breathe properly, "why did I ever hold back. Why did I think that my Victoria was capable of doing a thing like this. I should have killed Vic when I had the chance"If only he had known sooner. If only he had seen the truth beneath the surface. But how could he? She had looked ex

Lord Magnus barged into Saint's room, his eyes sweeping across the room, hoping to find the scroll. His age kept him back from overturning things in the chamber and Instead, he ransacked the areas that he could. He searched the drawers, underneath the bed and even in the restroom, but he couldn't find it. "Where could it be?!" He muttered against his breath. Sweat had covered his forehead, already dripping down his face, but he made no attempt to wipe them off and Instead kept searching. After what seemed like hours of searching for the scroll, he finally looked up to see the scroll atop a table just across from him. He slapped his hands across his face in frustration. "How had I not seen that when I first walked in?" He said to himself and trotted quickly toward the table to grab the scroll. The moment he laid his hands on the scroll, he felt a strong sensation, like electricity zapping through his veins. "Don't worry, I'm not going to open you, I have no rights to." He said to