"Tell me where he's been," Eve declared, her voice filled with urgency. She used a cloth to wipe her hands. "You need to tell me where he has been."
Henrik's face mirrored her intensity, his expression was equally dark. "You know I can't do that," he responded, his voice firm.
Eve's frustration simmered beneath the surface. "The dagger that was used... I need to understand its power. I need to know who wields it."
Henrik's confusion was evident. "Why does it matter?"
