In the cave, Rempert came to settle near Darya and made sure she was well covered.
“We have not made much headway,” he sighed. “We do not even know...”
He suddenly stopped when he saw Blatte, who was clutching the reins of his horse, his face tense with effort. His legs trembled, he swayed from side to side and, his eyes widened in panic, was doing everything he could to keep from falling. The phenomenon didn’t last long enough for the vampire to come and help him. When he got to his side, it was already over.
“All is well,” murmured Blatte, his lips quivering. “I think I just got a message.”
“Sit down, Bird,” Darya ordered, patting the floor.
Her orderly obeyed and pondered for a moment before conveying Niian’s message about Morok and his involvement in the death of the Corypheus, bu
