Chapter 253

Charles dropped the chess piece on the board and let out a loud chuckle. "Impressive analysis—definitely the King's move. Too bad..." "Nothing's too bad," Tristan cut in coolly, lips curling into a faint smirk. "You can't kill me." Charles rubbed just under his nose, looking a little irritated. When he glanced at his fingers, there was a streak of blood. His chest tightened with anger. "What did you do?" Tristan pulled a tiny empty vial from his coat. "Who knew a little swipe would bring my life back too? Don't worry—this blood's from Nathaniel." "This is called a sorcery worm. It triggers periodic chest pain. That one inside you is the child worm—the mother worm is with me. Kill me, and the mother dies too. Then the child worm will chew through your heart and, well, boom." He chuckled lightly, brushing off his coat as he stood. "Sorry for tracking water inside. It's pouring out there—got your carpet and chair all wet. But I'm sure a man like you won't sweat the small stuff." Charles's