CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR

Carrington's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that reverberated within their souls. “You have no choice, my dear. The ritual demands it, and the power of the Nashgur will be mine. What are you going to do? Go to the dead and resurrect Clyde? He's dead.” Carrington kicked Clyde's leg just to be certain.

Emma slouched to the floor, feeling betrayed. Her anger had blinded her so much that for a second, she never believed Clyde, no matter how hard he tried to prove his innocence.

“You're a monster! How could you give up your brother for power?” She chastised Clive, who didn't look a bit concerned.

Clive's voice cut through the tension, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and regret. “You know nothing about my world, little girl. Just because you work in a place where you have to sit all day and assume that you can access criminals doesn't give you the right to think you know anything. Moreover, I was the one who stabbed him with the Nashgur sword. You did. So, you're the