Page 77 of Darkening Truth
“You shouldn’t have been able to kill that one. They plague the Void, impossible to kill,” he replies, watching me closely.
“Maybe this one is different somehow? Maybe it was already weakened by something else before it attacked me?” I question because I’m not really sure how else to explain how I killed the creature that according to Laikynn can’t be killed.
Laikynn’s eyes move away from the creature and look at me, “Yes, maybe. I am actually here for another reason. We were told that you would be here.”
“By who?” I ask curiously. I didn’t even know I was going to be here, although that doesn’t really mean much these days.
“That is of no importance,” Laikynn replies vaguely.
I can’t say I’m surprised that he’s refused to answer my question. People rarely do. Although, thanks to recent events, I think I probably have a fairly good idea of who told them that I’m going to be here.
“Was it one of the Fates?” I ask with confidence.
Laikynn looks confused for a second and then shakes his head, “No, no, the Fates have no control here.” He ploughs on before I can ask any questions,not that he would answer them anyway, “No, it has come to my attention that you are looking for the Leabhar Nam Marbh.”
My eyebrows hit my hairline. That is not what I thought he was going to say. It takes me a moment to process his words properly, but when I do, I look at him with surprise.
“Yes, I am. Do you know where it is?” I ask, the excitement in my voice evident.
Finally, we might be moving in the right direction. I’m aware that it hasn’t really been that long, but we don’t have a lot of time to rescue Ignatius and the others before the balance is tipped, and we had no idea where to start.
“I am bound, and I cannot say what I wish to,” Laikynn says apologetically.
I smile, “That’s okay. I’m used to that now.”
He nods his big head, but continues to explain without any prompting from me, “The last known owner of the book was a man known as Magistrate Godfrey. It was passed down from father to son in that family ever since they stole it from where it was originally secured. Of course, no one has been able to prove that they stole it or that they still have it. We know though. There are still those who remember.”
“Godfrey?” I ask. “That’s the family who has it? Are you sure?”
Laikynn nods, “Specifically, the Magistrate Godfrey’s family. Don’t confuse it with one of the other Godfrey families. The family estate is in Retuinea, on the outskirts.”
Damn it.
“Son of a bitch. Thanks, Laikynn. I’ve got to go,” I say quickly.
He nods, “Understood. I’ll see you soon.”
I don’t bother questioning him. There isn’t any point, and I have something bigger to do.
The magic of the Void wraps around me as I ask it to open a door back in the guy's apartment at Black Onyx.
“Farren!” Reaper exclaims as I suddenly appear in front of them in the middle of the seating area.
“I know where the book is!” I exclaim.
“Is that blood?” Kill asks me.
Wave my hand in the air, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not mine.”
“That doesn’t necessarily mean we shouldn’t worry,” Storm points out, raising his eyebrow expectantly.
“He makes a good point,” Zev replies.
I throw my hands in the air. I guess I’m explaining this then.
“A creature in the Void attacked me, and I killed it, and obviously got covered in its blood,” I explain quickly, barely taking a breath.
Loki inhales sharply, “I have never smelt blood like that before.”
