The drive to Baqanta Villa was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. It replayed everything—Director Jackson, the monster of a man he had with him, the Codex, Alex’s murder. The pieces of the puzzle were coming together, but there were still gaps.
When I pulled up to the villa, Magnus was already waiting for me at the entrance. We walked inside.
Ethan Blackwood was already seated in the dimly lit room. We sat across from him.
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. “It’s worse than we thought.”
I told them everything. The moment I walked into Jackson’s house, the fight, the man whose strength was unnatural, the bottle he drank from that made him even stronger.
Magnus listened, arms crossed, his brows furrowed in thought. Ethan, on the other hand, didn’t move. He just sat there, absorbing e
