Ryley stared at the dark pearls in front of him with his brows crumpled anxiously, then lifted his gaze towards Martin. "What black magic are you talking about?"
"Who knows if someone cast a black magic to make you suffer with those nightmarish dreams to the point of coughing up th-these... these pearls?" Martin said, then took out his phone and opened his browser.
"I can't believe the day will actually come for me to say this, but... What if we find a... I don't know, a shaman? A clairvoyant maybe? Anyone who has a good understanding of this stuff and capable of interpreting dreams. Maybe they can help you with this."
"You're right..." Ryley muttered, nodding in agreement. He lifted his hand that previously caressed his lower stomach, staring at his empty palm as he added, "I need to know what's exactly happening to my body and this hidden power. Otherwise... I will only put my child in constant danger."
