Chapter 17

“What exactly happened at the dungeons last night?”

“We don’t know sire, when we resumed this morning all we found were the guards sleeping and one of the cells opened, inside laid the dead body of the prisoner we arrested yesterday; the one who claimed to be the messenger.”

“I see, and… what was the cause of his death? How are you sure he wasn’t just sleeping like the guards?”

“He wasn’t sire, he was stabbed deeply in the heart, we were able to tell even without spotting the wound, his body was white and pale; all form of life had been drained from him.”

“Oh! Who could do such a horrible thing? Yes… he was evil but no one deserves to die like that!” Samara, who stood beside Walden, wailed openly upon hearing the news; she appeared to be as shocked as Walden was.

“I don’t know,” Walden answered. “But… whoever it was that did this didn’t want me to find out something that messenger probably knew, and I KNOW that the killer isn’t far from here.”

“Of course! No one would have been able