"You could never become a priest. I know your reputation quite well. You’re a man responsible for many of the deaths around the kingdom. You have no place being here. You belong in the underworld," said Bryce.
"I won’t be going to the underworld since I don’t intend to die. Tell me what your fellow priests have done to make the church this way, and I might spare you," Xavier presented an offer.
Bryce laughed. "You have some nerve trying to strike a deal with me. I would rather die than share our secrets with you."
"I can make that happen. It’s been a while since I killed anyone. For Cassandra, it hasn’t been long since she got blood on her hands. She tried to kill Gabriel with a holy weapon or was that someone else?" Xavier inquired.
Bryce was curious how Xavier knew about what Cassandra had done. He had long heard Xavier had eyes all over the town, but he didn’t think he was true.
Xavier glanced at the bag on the bed. "I am curious if you had a hand in it, so now you are running. Did you do something you shouldn’t have, and now you have to run? I know a place where you could be safe."
Bryce was smarter than Xavier had assumed him to be, so he wouldn’t take the offer, but it was annoying how he would be much safer in Xavier’s hands than the priests.
Bryce didn’t know what he had done to upset the priests, but he didn’t want to face their punishments. He had not lost his faith, and he didn’t want to be tortured to find it. freёweɓnovel.com
"I don’t have all day to wait for you to tell me what you know. Speak," Xavier ordered Bryce.
"I won’t-" Bryce stopped, startled by Xavier vanishing and appearing closer to grab the knife and bend it.
This wasn’t enough to make Bryce rethink his attack on Xavier, so he released the knife and decided to fight with his hands, but strangely, his hands would not move.
Bryce’s body went stiff and would not listen to his wishes. He soon started to panic, terrified of how still he was now. His body felt asleep, but he was very much awake. Losing control of his body was a terrifying experience.
"You are the devil," Bryce said, fearing for his life.
"No, I’m a Blackthorn," Xavier responded, picking up the bag Bryce packed and flipping it upside down.
Xavier watched as all of Bryce’s belongings fell to the floor.
"No holy weapon," Xavier noticed. "I thought a priest would be carrying around one when you live in a town filled with vampires. Did you think that little knife could kill me?"
Bryce didn’t respond to Xavier. He was busy trying to get control of his body, but the more he fought to gain control, the more it felt like he was losing his mind.
"I went through so much trouble to get my hands on a holy weapon. That reminds me, since only the priests know how to make them, it means someone on your side is selling them."
Bryce didn’t believe Xavier had a holy weapon. It was impossible. How could Xavier have a holy weapon when Bryce and the others following the church could not get one? Holy weapons were rare to come by, even for priests.
"You’re a liar," Bryce accused Xavier.
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