My uncle loved me so deeply. He would never give his legacy to someone I had never once seen.
Something was wrong here. There had to be something wrong.
I forced myself to calm down and turned to the Law-Speaker. "I demand to see the recording of the will's signing."
A blood-oath will required proper witnessing—at least two Law-Speakers, a tribute-keeper, and a healer present at the ceremony.
They had to confirm the one making the oath was of sound mind, acting of free will, and that the contents truly reflected their wishes.
My uncle must have been coerced.
I fixed my gaze on Alaric, searching his face for any flicker of panic.
But his expression remained unchanged. He calmly retrieved the moon-crystal recording.
I watched without blinking, from beginning to end. My uncle's mind was perfectly clear throughout.
At the very end, when he carved his name into the binding seal, he pressed so hard the stylus tore through the parchment.
My head roared with white noise.
How could this be?
There was something hidden here. There had to be something hidden!
I lunged forward and seized Dorian Ravenhart by the collar of his robes, glaring into his eyes.