Chapter 115 - A Lord's Scorn and a Cave's Secret

Eamon Greene shifted uncomfortably beside me as we stood at the edge of the gathering crowd. His cane tapped nervously against the rocky ground while we watched Violet and Darwin's exchange from a distance.

"That's Darwin Hebert," Eamon whispered. "His father's some mid-level bureaucrat who throws his weight around South City. The son is worse than the father—all bark, no bite."

I nodded, my attention split between their conversation and the sealed entrance to the Water Dragon Cave. Even from here, I could sense the spiritual energy leaking from the ancient stone doors—a tantalizing whisper of power that most couldn't perceive.

"Looks like they're coming this way," Eamon muttered.

Sure enough, Violet was steering Darwin in our direction, her face lighting up with malicious delight. I'd seen that expression before—it was the same look she wore whenever she was about to witness my humiliation at the Sterling household.