"Magic?" Henrik's eyebrow arched in skepticism, his mind instantly drifting to the cape he had seen in Lucius's lair. "You're saying this... this doll can protect me from magic?" Doubt crept into his voice, finding it hard to believe that such an unassuming doll could provide any defense against the mystical forces he faced.
Henrik's gaze scrutinized the doll, his suspicion lingering like a shadow. How could this small, seemingly insignificant, and unpleasing object be the key to his protection?
Eve, undeterred by his skepticism, offered a reassuring smile. "It will protect you once," she affirmed. "That should be enough time for you to escape, don't you think?" Her voice carried a hint of confidence, as she thought of the traps laid by Cristobal, designed specifically to ensnare vampires.
