The Vampire's Luna -
Chapter 197: Is It Sorcery?
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.
"But he has nothing to gain by finding my true mate for me and hand-delivering her to me, technically," Damien said, voice growing more frustrated. He ran a hand through his hair. "He wants the throne. Wouldn’t it be more reasonable if I die and he takes the throne?"
"Unless it’s not about the throne anymore," Morvakar said, finally sitting down with a grunt. "You are already king, you have a true blood heir on the way."
"What if it’s not you he is trying to hurt? What if it’s Luna?" Morvakar said.
Damien stopped pacing. "Well," he said coolly, dismissively, "that won’t work then. The said lady has been evicted from Blood City."
"Stubborn idiot," Morvakar spat. "The only chance you have to save your life and stay with your wife and kid—your family—and you run her out of town!"
Damien’s jaw ticked. He shrugged again, deliberately slow, as if he were brushing off raindrops.
"If the mate angle doesn’t work," Morvakar said, voice rising again, "Gabriel will try again to hurt Luna. That cannot happen."
Damien’s head snapped up at the sorcerer’s tone, the possessive anger in it. He stared at the man, recognizing a fury that matched his own. It sent a cold wave of realization through him—he wasn’t the only one fighting to protect her.
"I take every breath, every step to ensure she is never hurt," Damien said with intensity.
Morvakar slammed his hands on the table, eyes now blazing. "But she will be—if you do not mark the damned woman!!!" he roared.
"I cannot, Morvakar!" Damien roared back, finally unleashing the dam of emotion behind his usually calm exterior. "Do you think I haven’t thought of it? Do you think I don’t lie awake every night, wishing I could fix this without betraying her?" His voice cracked on the last word. "Find another way. And find who made that damned necklace."
He turned sharply, footsteps loud as he stormed toward the door.
"Damien..." Morvakar called softly.
The king paused, his back to him, his entire body rigid with frustration. He didn’t turn immediately, but eventually, he did—slowly.
"I would like to protect Luna in any way I can," Morvakar said. "If the hyenas are gunning for her, I want to be just a moment away to save her. I know you can protect her... but both of you are targets. In the event that you cannot..." his voice dropped. "I want to."
"Morvakar, you cannot step foot in Blood City. Even now, seeking you out, visiting you is illegal."
Damien had grown used to walking the line between what was legal and what was necessary. But even he understood the danger of being caught in Morvakar’s presence. Blood City did not forgive easily, and its laws were brutal when it came to traitors and outcasts. Morvakar was a walking death sentence if found within the city walls.
"There is something I never told you," Morvakar said. "When I conjured the potion that helped Ravena conceive, I used my son’s essence. William. At the time, I used it because I didn’t have access to any other vampire’s essence. It was desperate, it was reckless—but it worked."
Damien stared, unsure of what to say.
Morvakar’s eyes flickered, haunted. "I see my son when I look at her. In her eyes, her strength, even in her rage. The way she loves—fiercely, brutally. She reminds me of him. So yes,...I do consider her to be my daughter. By magic, by soul. And I will protect her as such."
It made sense now—Morvakar’s strange devotion to Luna
"What do you need?" Damien asked.
"Tomorrow morning, send me someone you trust," Morvakar replied, already moving back toward the table.
Damien nodded. "I don’t know if this helps, but... Luna thinks quite highly of you."
"It does help," he said. "Now get out of here,"
Damien laughed. He turned and stepped out into the corridor that led away from the sorcerer’s lair.
*****
"What the fuck do you mean she is gone?!!!" Gabriel’s voice thundered through the chamber, laced with venom.
"M-my lord... the receptionist reported that Lady Sharona left the city before dawn.
Gabriel’s face twisted with rage, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to contain the inferno bubbling beneath his skin. He’d been playing a delicate game—pushing pawns, watching, waiting.
"You have to be kidding me." He added. "And her maid?"
"gone too... but not at the same time."
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