HBWnovel Chapter 213 - 213: Decision Made
Chapter 213 - 213: Decision Made
Helena froze.
Golden eyes.
Prince Ezra.
This just confirmed her suspicions. Ezra was a prince, explaining the eyes only seen with the progenitor. Something that a relic could induce. But was that also the reason for his ability to share power within his coven?
She didn't think so.
She had heard of the other princes. No one with a hint of ambition didn't know Prince Caspian and Prince Arthur. They were among the strongest princes but even they could not share their powers among their wives.
She knew that each relic granted its own unique ability but this didn't seem like one. She'd been at the well. That was the first time Ezra had activated that ability.
Which meant it was something else.
"You may leave." Helena sat back in her chair, waving the officer away.
He saluted and left her to her thoughts. She ruminated, before going back to the reports on her desk. Time waits for no man.
An indeterminable amount of time later, her work was interrupted when the door swung open abruptly.
Lilith, one of her most capable officers, entered with an urgency that immediately set her on alert.
"What's it?" Helena barked.
"Captain." Lilith began by saluting, her voice a curious mix of excitement and disbelief. "I've found something! It's about the phenomenon of sharing powers among coven mates that you asked me to re
"Of course, ma'am. We sell here with integrity." The vendor answered.
Snorting, Ezra strolled to a seemingly ordinary tent that stood at the far end of the market. He slipped inside, away from the prying eyes of the bustling crowd.
He nodded, looking around. Low shelves filled with documents were arranged in the middle of the tent.
On the opposite side of the door, was a table and a chair. Seated upon the chair was a man, rugged and sharp-eyed.
His gaze took on a cautious and calculating sheen when he saw Ezra. He was one of those who could smell the scent of money from a mile away.
"Elliot, I presume?" Ezra's tone was neutral, his expression unreadable.
"That's me." The man replied, standing. "How may I help you, Mr..."
"M." Ezra introduced himself simply, reaching into his coat. "Mr. M."
He pulled out a thick, sealed envelope and slid it across the table. "I believe this will be of interest to you."