*****Jace’s POV*****
I toyed with the locket in my hand, trying to understand what the logo meant and if it belonged to any group.
If it did, I would want to know which? That guy Erika had encountered and had a fight with was a paid killer, that was for certain.
That guy had been paid to come find Erika and end her. I had picked this black locket from his pocket. Until I understood the kind of danger she was in, I would not let her know anything.
She was not aware of this locket. I observed the wolf’s head in a triangle logo. The locket was black and made with wood. The black looked polished.
I just needed to know who had sent this guy. I observed the locket in my hand again, I was yet to open it. I was hesitant to do so. Maybe I was not ready to know what I would find or maybe I wanted to be sure what that logo represented before delving into what was in it.
A knock sounded on my door and I quickly stuffed it into my drawer and locked it, putting the key in my pocket.
“Come in.”
It was Fagel.
I had called him to come because I wanted to ask him a question.
He was father’s personal guard and driver but on the day dad had gone out, Fagel had told Erika to my hearing that he had wanted to drive dad but he had ordered Fagel not to.
Father had gone out on his own that particular day but I had later instructed Fagel to go trail dad from a distance — he had not revealed this to Erika per my instruction.
But he said he had suddenly lost him on the highway during a little traffic. And not wanting to risk being seen, he had turned back and returned home.
“On the day I’d instructed you to follow my father, did you see anyone following him?” I asked him, after offering him a seat.
“No, Your Highness."
“Are you sure? Were your eyes observant?”
“Yes, I was taking note of every car following him."
I had not asked him these questions that day he’d returned because I never thought it would result to this.
I had only asked if he was fine and I had left it at that, but it was important now. Quite important.
My father’s life and sister’s position were hanging in the balance of finding the truth. The family legacy was at stake, I could not even concentrate on my company.
Even Kat’s life had been put at risk and now she was on a wheelchair. She had barely talked to me ever since, and it was affecting me.
The mate bond was stronger than I thought. It was better when we were still on talking terms, when we were still cool with each other. Though I had not accepted the mate bond, I had wanted her around and it made me happy to see her.
But I never showed it nor let her know because I was not ready. I was still wary about getting entangled with any woman.
Moreover, I had dad to to take care of and also investigate who had done that to him and how it connected to the other events that happened to Kat, Erika and Paula.
“Someone must have been following him, what do you think?” I stared at him keenly, observing his reaction. Everyone was a suspect and should be treated as such. Just as Erika had Tasyra dragged from her home, nothing should be put past anyone this period.
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