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Bohwanox invoked the regeneration, relieving the pain as well, and Colt returned to meditating.
It was not long before Hector stopped his own meditation and left. Garovel followed, though not quickly.
Colt could imagine what silent conversation the two were having. “Damn that kid. He’s gonna lose his mind if he doesn’t fucking relax.”
Bohwanox’s faceless hood tilted a little. ‘Are you worried about him? I thought you only cared about your children.’
Colt just frowned.
Chapter Thirty-Eight: ‘O, burgeoning snare...’
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Stoker followed Karkash into the King’s office again. He didn’t know what had gotten the other man so upset. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to find out, either, but Karkash did not seem willing to allow otherwise.
Karkash laid a newspaper out on the desk, and Stoker and Desmond both looked at it. There was an article on the third page, talking about the so-called Darksteel Soldier, now known to be a criminal by the name of Hector Goffe.
“This person is a servant,” said Karkash.
“Oh, yeah,” said Desmond. “I was meaning to go and kill that guy, but I haven’t had the time.”
“You know him?” said Stoker.
“I think so. We fought a few weeks back. I didn’t catch his name, but I’ve heard about him using metal, so I’m pretty sure it’s the same guy.”
“You let him get away?” said Karkash.
Desmond just shrugged.
Karkash’s eyes were daggers. Desmond seemed immune to their effects, however.
‘You should have hunted him down already,’ said Hoyohté. ‘What if he returns with reinforcements?’
Desmond laughed, and his eyes widened. “I hope he does! I’ve been bored out of my skull!”
Ezmortig floated around his servant. ‘Come to think of it, this Hector Goffe could be the reason Ozmere and Moss have not returned.’
Desmond’s brow receded. “Hmm, you think so? He didn’t seem strong enough to take down Moss.”
‘Perhaps he is more dangerous than we realized,’ said Ezmortig. ‘It is strange that he is not hiding like the Queen.’