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chuckled, "is there nothing that you
cannot do?"
Morgan didn't answer instead she just clutched her
crystal ball. "What is it that you wish to discuss Sovereign?"
He sighed heavily. "Are you sure Henry is not the one
you foretold?"
Morgan nodded.
"Damn," the Sovereign swore aloud, "I had hoped that
because he was the only remaining witch in the world that he would
indeed be the one. When I found out he had already been turned I
truly thought the fates were with me." He paused to sigh. "I should
have know that nothing is that easy."
"I had told you that I didn't believe he was the
one," Morgan pointed out.
"But there was an off chance that you could have been
wrong," the Sovereign added, "and judging by the way how fast my
prosecutors went mad after drinking witches's blood I had hopes
that Henry's blood would be a cure."
"Hence why you gave him to Rome," Morgan duly
noted.
He nodded, "Henry being a vampire meant he had an
endless supply of blood to give. Just feed him a couple of humans
or animals and he will be right as rain. However, it soon became
apparent that he was no cure."
Morgan nodded, "especially when all of the
prosecutors went barking mad and actually ate each other. It's
still a miracle that Rome has not followed their fate."
"I once believed that Henry's blood was what kept him
sane but now I know that it is not the case. I gave him to Rome to
keep alive just in case he was the witch you were looking for."
"And as a back up," Morgan added, "because you know
witches cannot attack other witches. They defend themselves against
others but cannot attack or kill their own kind."
"Part of their belief that balance in life must be
maintained," the Sovereign speculated, "or perhaps they were just
to weak to see that killing is necessary."
"Does it matter?" Morgan stated.
The Sovereign chuckled. "You are right, it doesn't.
At least not anymore."
He walked toward the window and stared out into the
starry night sky. "Do you believe if I give them Henry it will be
beneficial in my ultimate goal?"
Morgan smiled with her yellow teeth shining in the
torchlight. "Oh yes Sovereign. It will."
"Good because it will also help me figure out what to
do with Rome" he concluded.
He turned back to the doors and waited for Morgan to
summon her shadow servants. She snapped her fingers and two
promptly appeared.
However, before the servants threw the doors open,
Morgan asked, "do you believe by bringing him here it will help you
find a cure for the madness caused by the witches's blood?"
"Either that or give me a great new opportunity to
see how effective my new torture instruments are," he muttered and
with that the doors flew open.
"I still can't believe it," Henry murmured
breathlessly, "I still can't believe you came back for me." He
stared at Jaxon with big eyes as he rubbed his wrists.
Jaxon just laughed softly as he patted Henry's
shoulder. "I told you remember? We are brothers and brothers stick
together."
Wade, Tavis thought as he stared at them.
Jaxon and Henry stood a few feet away looking at each other
affectionately.
"Cute huh?" came a voice from behind him.
Tavis groaned. "Still here are you?"
Keon shrugged. "I suppose I should thank you."
Tavis waved away his statements. "It doesn't matter.
In the end we both got what we wanted. You get your promotion and
we get our freedom."
Keon frowned at this.
Tavis stuck his hands in his black pockets and
adjusted his derby hat."I do hope you haven't forgotten a deal. If
you have then perhaps I should go back and talk to Morgan."
Keon forced his face back into a smile. "No need." He
held up his hands as a gesture of peace.
Tavis just nodded.
Keon cocked his head and was about to leave. However,
before he left Tavis alone forever, he had to ask, "how did you
manage to fake those documents and so well that they would fool
Morgan?"
"Who said they were fake?"
Keon spun back around.
Tavis smiled. "The funny thing about sadists is that
they are careless.