Albert gave a nod of approval, his voice smooth as silk, "Isn't it time you dealt with that person once and for all?"
Derek's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he tapped on his wrist device, projecting a small, hazy image of a young man with striking golden eyes, faintly radiant and hauntingly familiar.
"I knew we'd have to deal with him the moment I saw those eyes," Derek muttered darkly, his voice low with suspicion. "There's something about him… It feels like I'm looking at 'him.' Who do you think he really is?"
Albert studied the image, his lips curling into a faint sneer, "I've felt it too. But Cedric is long dead, and ghosts are the last thing we should be worried about. But this one…he has to be in league with the Coven of the Damned. Everything started to unravel the moment he wormed his way into your wife and daughter's lives. There are no coincidences here. Now…what's your plan?"
