"So he agreed to impersonate the Lycan Prince with you as his fated mate?" Arnold Dragomir asked his daughter with a deep gaze. Alora nodded, eyes solely fixed in the mirror where her Sire's reflection was facing her. She grabbed the time to connect with him through her spell before getting to the fortress.
"Yes, Sire!"
"That's a great deal to do, Alora. You are going fine. But did he ask you about the magical dagger? I Am sure he must have demanded that!" Arnold cocked his sharp brow, looking at Alora sharply.
"He did ask. But as you suggested I used it to lure him, to pull him on my side. But he won't get his hands on it." Alora nodded, "Ever!" She promised.
