Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
kaius
The door to the back hall of the bar slammed hard enough to rattle the glassware. Nolan strode in, jaw set, and the veins in his neck standing out like cords.
“It’s gone,” he said, voice low but tight. “I searched all over that damn room, but the hemlock is missing again. That is a total of ten bottles in less than a week just gone.”
I didn’t look up right away from the decanter in my hand, finishing pouring the whiskey and setting the glass down on the polished bar top separating us. “Gone? Are we positive?”
Nolan scoffed at me. “Of course, I am sure. You know how Vince is about his supply. He practically counts it every hour.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, the stress of this showing on his face.
I leaned back against the metal drink fridge.
There were no cameras down there or in the alley to ensure there was no digital trail of our victims. Whoever was dipping into our hemlock supply knew this.
They would have to be close enough to us to know how to evade us and get into the basement undetected. It could be any one of the Knights.
“You seem way too calm about this.” Nolan’s brows furrowed. “Vince is about to go on a torture spree to get whoever was touching his precious to squeal.”
I rolled the glass in my hand, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. “I’ll handle it.”
“How?” Nolan questioned me.
I shot him a dark look, but he didn’t back down to me. I inclined my head and raised one brow, the conversation ending in words, but Nolan understood what I would not speak aloud.
I watched as Nolan stormed off, the weight of the situation lingering in the air.
The basement wasn’t just a vault for our deadly secrets.
It was meant to be beyond reach, even for most of the Knights.
Whoever had taken the hemlock hadn’t broken a lock or left an ounce of evidence of who they were.
It was as if they were a shadow that had slipped between the cracks of the wooden door, and that made them even more dangerous than them having the hemlock.
This person had broken the unspoken law that bound us all together. And there was only one man alive who could guide me on how to handle this breach. Only one man who understood how truly dangerous this was for all of us.
Alaric Camberly.
Vincent’s father was the only elder alive in the Knights of Lovelen. I only sought him out for advice when we were in dire need. He was older than the oaths of the Knights were written. I hated that I had to speak with him, but it was either that or let the stolen poison turn into a full-out war.