To Be Casted Away

Writer's POV:

King Ruthven maintained eye contact with Mark but broke it as soon as Micage marched into the room. Talon, however hissed annoyingly, clenching and unclenching his hand to a fist. Mark remained absolutely quiet, his gaze drafting towards Micage.

" Son!" King Ruthven stated, his brows curled up in confusion.

Another silence intervened, Talon looked at his father, his face looking as if he was having a debate in his mind...like he didn't believe what they had told him earlier.

" It was you!" Talon started, moving closer to Micage; " You in the Glam, you killed four vampires, you cannot deny it brother because we were there with you...we saw everything you did back there,"

Micage rose a brow; " I see,"

King Ruthven cleared his throat, tugging his hands behind his back, casually he walked towards the two.

" Do you have proof for your accusations, Talon?"

That was the point where Talon hesitated, he glanced back at Mark whose face depicted nothingness.

" Yes," Talon answ