Dillon found Selene waiting in a shadowed alley, her face pale even in the darkness.
"Who was that man?" he demanded.
She shook her head. "Someone you're not ready to meet. Someone who could get you killed."
Her voice was sharp, but there was something else in it — fear.
Before Dillon could press her, a tall figure emerged from deeper in the alley. His grandfather, Lord Maurek Veyra, loomed like a statue carved from midnight. His eyes swept over Dillon with a mix of disdain and cold calculation.
"It's time he knows," Maurek said to Selene.
"No," Selene replied firmly. "Not tonight."
But the old necromancer ignored her. His voice was low and venomous as he turned to Dillon.
"You carry tainted blood, boy. Your father was no necromancer. He was a holy priest of the Sanctum."
The words struck harder than a blade. Dillon blinked, searching his mother's face for denial, but she only looked away.
Maurek stepped closer, his shadow falling over Dillon. "You are not pure. You are Dark Blood — a stain on our family name. The Coven would have you executed if they knew the truth."
Dillon's chest tightened. "You're lying."
But Maurek only sneered. "Ask your mother about the night she betrayed us all."
Selene grabbed Dillon's hand and pulled him away before he could speak again. Her grip trembled.
"We have to leave," she said urgently. "Tonight."
They slipped into the winding streets, leaving the lights and music of the festival behind. Above the rooftops, the golden glow of that stranger's staff flickered once more, as if he were following them.
And for the first time, Dillon felt the city of Varrowspire was no longer his home — it was a cage.
A/N:Yo Guys See y'all in the next Chap 😜