#Chapter 118 Gloating

Grace I switched over to Fenris' call. "Have I caught you at a bad time?" Fenris asked, his voice slithered into my ear. His voice was filled with smug confidence. "I must say you have a talent... Or is that your brother's doing? I could imagine him having a silver tongue." I clenched my jaw as he started to laugh. It told me everything I needed to know. He knew who had taken Eason. He knew the plan against Mooncrest. He might even be in on the plan to use Mooncrest for this ritual if Charles and Seraphina were right. More than that, he was calling to gloat. He knows you're going to fold, unlike your father. I was almost too ashamed to speak, knowing how tempting it had been to just fold, but the thought of this being so much bigger than me, bigger than Eason, bigger than Devin and Mooncrest made me clench my jaw. "No," I said calmly. "You haven't. What do you want?" "I'm calling to talk business--" "I thought I made it clear that I didn't have anything else to say to you