To his credit, Merhold looked pretty remorseful about the whole thing. “I understand what you mean. The blame is on me for that?
My other brothers didn’t look one bit moved by him accepting responsibility for me. I cleared my throat, forcing all of them to turn to me.
It was hard to miss how their eyes seemed to soften as they saw me. Merhold was the first to come towards me. “I think it’s high time I come clean.”
I cocked my head, wondering what he could be going at. There was a look of guilt swimming in his eyes as he watched me.
“I’m actually a real estate mogul,” he confessed, “I own the condo that you tried showing your client today. I should have just told you from the priset. I let my negligence put you in danger. I’m so sorry, Evelyn.”
I remained silent processing his words. It all made sense now that he had confessed. The way he had seemed to hold back in what he wanted to say. Now I understood it more clearly.
“It’s okay,” I finally said. “You can’t audit every employee. There’ll always be some bad ones that keep their true identity low.”
Merhold nodded, though the guilt was still evident in his eyes. The sight of him looking so down didn’t quite sit well with me. I wanted to cheer him up in whatever way I could.
“But I really thought you were a builder.” I let out a laugh.
“I’m not really the artsy type.” Merhold replied, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I’m better suited to business.”
Greyven and Olavir began to laugh at Merhold’s words. The atmosphere in the house seemed lively now. So how the words just blurted out of my mouth still shocked me.
“I’m cursed.”
The whole room was so silent that you could probably hear a pin being dropped. It only lasted for a few seconds. Then the chaos ensured.
“What the actual hell?” Olavir walked up to me, his eyes brimming with confusion and anger.
I proceeded to explain everything that Arthur had told me. The more I went on, the angrier some of them seemed.
“So you were cursed and that’s what’s keeping you from being able to see your wolf?” Merhold finally asked.
“Yes, that’s about it.” I blew out a breath.
Hearing it again did nothing to still my nerves. All my brothers looked momentarily stunned as they heard my explanation. Then the look of shock turned to anger. If there was a way to look sad and pissed at the same time, they were doing a pretty good job at that.
“That’s insane.” Halven said, unable to hold back the amusement in his voice.
“So you’re telling me, not only was our sister kidnapped from home for twelve years but she was also cursed?” Olavir said, the realization making his look of anger deepen.
“We have to investigate this matter immediately.” Merhold insisted, his gruff voice falling down to a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. Greyven came forward, his eyes watching me carefully. “As nice as it would be to get to the bottom of this now, we have to be rational about this, no?” “Are you crazy?” Halven turned to him, a baffled look on his face. “Didn’t you hear what Evelyn just said? We have to do s
ng about it now.”
“And I never disputed that.” Greyven sent him a deadly side eyes before turning to me. “The curse must have stemmed from a place outside the territorial borders of the werewolf kingdom. Those gloomy cities that lie on the outskirts are definitely breeding grounds for such malicious things. I have a hunch that it’s where we would be able to find some answers to this.”
“You’re right about that.” Merhold nodded, letting Greyven’s words sink in.
“I’m already on it.” Halven hurriedly took out his phone and dialled a number.
“Lance,” He said as soon as he put the phone to his ear. “I want you to look into the cities of the outskirts. There’s something fishy going on there. I want you to find out something for me.”
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