The dagger still sat heavy in Midas’s palm. A symbol of power, legacy, and leadership passed down through generations. Once his father’s family heirloom, now just a weapon of betrayal. He gripped the handle tightly, his thoughts suddenly becoming clear.
It made sense. Evelynn. Her family. Her vision. Everything distorted together in his mind until it formed a single, undeniable truth.
“She warned me.” Midas said quietly, his voice hollow.
Henry remained silent, allowing Midas to draw his own conclusions from the lie so carefully planted before him. Excitement raced through him, but he kept his expression carefully neutral.
“She told me danger was coming.” Midas continued. “She was scared. Hesitant. Like she wanted to tell me more, but couldn’t.”
Henry frowned, playing the role of
