85 Forbidden Fruit

Ezekiel awoke with a cloud of uncertainty hovering over him. Doubts about Tarah's explanation from the previous night lingered in his mind like stubborn shadows. While she had accurately identified the dark magic scent on the deceased, there remained an inexplicable, potent aroma enveloping her that felt markedly different. 

The mere thought of that scent clinging to her incited a surge of anger within him, boiling his blood and fueling his determination to uncover its origin.

"I can't believe they failed to discern the identity of this mysterious friend she mentioned!" Ezekiel growled in frustration.

"I can accompany her now, Your Highness," Cora volunteered. "I'm certain she won't mind. With my skills, I'm confident I can gain insight into this friend and learn more about her."

Ezekiel remained silent, reluctant to convey any hint of distrust toward Tarah.