the hell would Hawthorne want the pendent? He doesn’t have the
ability to use it properly.” I looked back at him, “Well, Alek?”
Alek tried to avoid my eyes, but he knew it wouldn’t help.
Sighing, he said, “Hawthorne is hunting for it on Damascus’ orders.
He is supposed to find it as quickly as possible. But I don’t know
what Damascus wants with it. Honest!”
“Hmmm. Damascus is hunting for the pendent. Things
have just gotten all the more intriguing.” I grabbed my dagger from
my thigh, meaning to clean Alek’s blood from it, when he fell to the
ground on his knees before me, trembling in fear.
“Alright! I’ll tell you! Just don’t kill me! Damascus wants
to keep the Obyri Pendent out of your hands. He says its power is
something you would greatly desire if you knew what it could do.
That it is the only way you can break Lazarius’ hold over you! But
that’s all I know, I swear!”
I stopped dead for a moment, the night wind blowing my
hair around my face. I was taken aback by this little nugget of
information dumped in my lap, but it made things much simpler to
understand.
I grabbed Alek by his shirt and pulled him upright. “He
told you this, did he?”
“No, I overheard him talking to some other vampire a few
weeks ago about it. The other vampire said that the pendent must be
found before you discovered its location! They had no idea I was
listening!”
“Well, now that’s too bad for you. Because Damascus will
have no idea why you were killed, will he?” And with that, I sank
my fangs deep into his neck, draining both his blood and his life-force.
If anyone knew about my connection to Lazarius, then they had to be
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