Chapter 129
“It makes very little sense when you consider that Rogan is a former Elder of Onyx! How on earth did he get the title?!”
“Well, couldn’t you tell me that? Kamilla asked in exasperation. “I mean you’re also an Elder and all that.”
“I have no clue! I left this Kingdom at the age of nineteen when Darrius shipped me off to be with Viktor. When I was born, Rogan was already an Elder, said Damon with a straight face. “He’s older than us by about a century. If anyone knows, it’s Vernon.”
“That’s it.” Kamilla dropped the stack of papers into the box, causing dust to rise in a puffy cloud. ‘I’m going to speak to Vernon!”
Crouching to lift her three boxes, Kamilla huffed with determination. The door opened, stopping her in her tracks.
Seth poked his head in. “Oh. Hi. Damon. My… Queen.*
Kamilla nodded knowingly. “I’m going straight for a shower, okay, Seth?”
His mouth twitched as he shrugged. “I didn’t say anything at all, my Queen.”
Damon walked over to him. “Is everything alright?”
Seth immediately got serious again. ‘Mostly. The King?”
“He’s showering.”
“Seth.” Viktor suddenly appeared in the hallway, his damp hair swept back, leaving his face clear and openly gorgeous for all to gape at.
Kamilla barely kept her jaw from opening. Tsuh! He really had to go all out and look that good, making her the only dusty one in the room!
“King,” Seth greeted. “We’re ready.”
Clutching her box, Kamilla stepped into their triangle and looked up at Viktor with wide eyes. “Where you going? Are you going to attack Rogan?!”
Viktor looked at her with an expressionless face. “No. So don’t do anything reckless and stay here, Kamilla.”
He turned to leave but was stopped by her hand around his.
‘You’re not lying, are you?” Kamilla asked quietly from behind him./”You’re not going to go fight him without me, are you?”
Viktor slowly tend around and looked at her. “I never did say we’d fight him together, Kamilla. I told you, did I not?”
Seeing his eyes narrow, Kamilla knew Viktor was seeing right through her and reading her emotions like damn book. She quickly pulled her hand away and glared into her box. “Right. I forgot again. Do whatever you want.”
Not waiting to hear his response, she turned away from them and walked off towards her chambers, damming Viktor and all his orders to hell mailbox.
Kamilla tapped her left pocket under the cloak, making sure the amulet was still there. Dragging in a deep breath, she looked up at Vernon’s impressive home. Well… Viktor would sure be mad about this.
With a nod, Kamilla made her way through the open gates and all the way up the dark, stone path.
The house stood before her, its dark doors closed and foreboding.
Not at all feeling unwelcomed by the eerie atmosphere, Kamilla hurried up the steps and reached up to know on the door.
“Hello?” she called as she knocked. The sound seemed to echo through the silent yard. Kamilla knocked again. “Hello? Mr. Vernon Sir?
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Chapter 129
Just when her knuckles began to ache from knocking, the dark door rumbled and slowly swung open.
Kamilla froze, staring into the home. There was nobody as far as she could see. Was this a trap? Kamilla immediately rejected the thought. It couldn’t be a trap, nobody knew she’d been planning to come here.
She did leave Viktor a note in his chambers in case something happened. If Rogan maybe attacked her, she’d try her best to run away as fast as the could. That was if she failed to kick his ass.
Kamilla hoped to be back at the castle before Viktor so that he never had to find out that she’d gone on this little trip.
Slowly, she took a step into the silent home.
“Hello?” Kamilla called again. “Mr. Vernon? Are you home?”
Her feet carried her further in as she looked around and up at the high ceiling. This was far too much chill for a simple interview. Kamilla just wanted to ask the man some questions, she didn’t understand why the scene had to feel so Halloween–ish.
Kamilla’s feet came to a stop in the front hall when her gaze fell across a surprising sight.
Portraits and paintings. With Sasha in them.
Narrowing her eyes, Kamilla approached the wall and gazed at all the pictures. Sasha and Vernon the Elder. In one, Vernon sat on a high chair while Sasha stood beside him with a cold, ultra–seductive smile on her face.
Kamilla scoffed. No way. Was Vernon her father?
The sudden melody of chimes made Kamilla turn around in surprise.
Vernon stood at the foot of his staircase, watching her.
“Good day, my Queen,” he greeted with a smile. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
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