Eve's mind was muddled as she thought about Noah and their friendship. And by Erasmus's words, Noah had tried to stop his evil deeds but had only ended up dying. She said to Erasmus,
"Smile as much as you want now. Because you won't have those moments later."
"So much confidence. You resemble your mother. But you should have seen the way she withered. You don't want to have her fate," Erasmus reminded her. "You are the sacrificial lamb of this ritual and if you think that you will be saved, it is better to let that thought go. Vincent will never come, and even if he does, remember my words? You will get anyone who tries to protect you killed."
Eve didn't like the thought of it, but she had faith and confidence in Vincent.
"Only time will tell," Eve said in a low voice and she then raised her hand, gathering moisture from the atmosphere. The collected moisture turned into spikes and she pushed them against to hit the rods of the cage, but apart from it creating electric sparks because of the friction, the cage never broke.
"This cage is built from the rare properties present in the sea. Did you think I would be unprepared?" Erasmus questioned her.
Eve didn't know something like the cage existed which would stop her from crossing it. She dug her fingernails into her palms. How was she going to get out of this? She had to think. Every action had a loophole and she had to find one in this situation.
Maybe she should ask one of the sea creature's help. She had read it in the book, and it was time to put her knowledge to use. But she would have to wait for this man to leave or turn his back to her, so that she could relay the message.
Eve asked him, "Where are we?"
"Somewhere no one can ever find us. The place is secure enough for not even an animal to pass through," Erasmus replied to her while walking to the little table where flasks and potions were placed on it.
Before everything, Eve would have to know where they were. She had to know the place before she would relay the message to the sea creature, hoping one of them would accept to help her.
Eve was held captive by Erasmus, who waited for the golden moon to appear quickly so that he could use her blood and her soul to sacrifice and gain the limitless power that the Sea Goddess had held back before and after her breath.
Far away from the nameless place, Eduard had reached the Council and he made his way quickly through the corridors and towards the Head Council's chambers. When he impatiently pushed the doors open, an annoyed Clayton asked,
"Has the concept of knocking on the doors been lost by your family?"
It was because Vincent was already in the room, and his hair was ruffled from the wind as he had tried to find Eve before arriving at the Council for help after visiting Sullivan's family. Some things couldn't be done alone, and he needed all the help he could get right now.
Vincent continued what he was saying earlier, "Erasmus has woken up, and he resides in James."
"How is that possible? I thought only descendants could wield the power," Clayton nodded grimly. "But if what you are saying is true," he stared at Vincent, understanding why he had sensed the darkness in there when he had caught a young Vincent's hand. He said, "Then I should capture the Sullivans. But the question is on what grounds? The Council works on proof and a missing person doesn't mean someone has done it unless someone saw it."
"Tell the others that you have the proof. That my father saw James take Eve. We can tell the entire truth of what is going on when it ends, along with the solid proof," Vincent said to the Head Council, knowing it was a risk to Clayton if things went wrong, he would have to answer to the people above him.
Clayton took a moment of silence to weigh Vincent's words. He stated, "I assume, you don't want people to know what your wife is."
"Keep it a secret for now. If and when time comes, we will deal with it then," Vincent remarked, considering the future.
The Head Council said, "It isn't going to be easy. But I will give you three days, Vince. To bring the proof or bury it."
A wicked smile mixed with anger appeared on Vincent's lips, and he said, "Bury it is."
"I will send the order for Jeffry and Hilda Sullivan's arrest. You know what to do," Clayton said to Vincent before pulling the drawer of his desk and handing a seal to the pureblooded vampire.
Vincent didn't waste a second and bolted out of the room. His footsteps were quick as he walked to the other building and took the stairs, which were guarded by men. He raised his hand that held the seal, and the guards were quick to bow and let him pass through.
The underground of this particular building was rarely used, and only a few of the older council members were aware of the different privileges and uses this place had.
With the torches of fire burning on the wall that lit up with every footstep Vincent took forward, he finally reached the end that led to an old rusted door. He opened the door and entered it. Where an old man whose skin stuck to his bones sitting on the chair with a dead look on his face.
The old man groaned, as his eyes moved to look at Vincent and he asked, "What is the message?" The person was a Howler, a messenger that connected the other parts of the kingdom. As the travel of birds or a person took time to reach, the Council used this person as their means of communication.
"James Sullivan, the former Duke Jeffry Sullivan has gone rogue and needs to be captured. He's a threat," Vincent fed the information that would be circulated before the hunt would start.
The old man groaned again before asking, "Reason?"
Vincent pursed his lips before saying, "He killed the deceased Duke Noah Sullivan, and has tried to kill the Head Council." He would turn the world upside down to find Eve and only hoped she was fine.
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