A second door began to magically take shape on the jagged surface of the rock wall.
Line by line and at dizzying speed, it came to life, there, in front of my eyes, which desperately tried to refuse this possibility: a curve, an arabesque, a tint, a colour, a thick line.
He was actually playing with me.
How had he managed to bring back this terrible ancestor of his? Who was Alek Swan really?
I recalled my first impressions of this man I had met twice. A toxic aura, of course, but nothing obvious which foreshadowed such a monster.
He wasn’t supposed to have the magic of his bloodline, of his family. Someone was necessarily helping him. Yes, but who?
Either way, he had to be pretty damn powerful to be able to keep us in this spider web with steel wires.
I snarled wildly at this new im
