"What do you know?" Alaric finally asked, confused and suspicious.
Arthur smiled solemnly. "I knew. From the moment you returned and spoke to me, I could tell that you were different. The way you carried yourself, the way you spoke—it was as if someone else had taken his place. Damian was my young master, and I knew him better than anyone."
Selene's breath hitched, and her gaze darted between the two men. "Then why... why didn't you say anything?" she whispered.
Arthur sighed deeply, his hands clasped behind his back as he straightened. "Because I knew the truth wouldn't change the situation. Damian Clarke was already gone. I saw his body myself the day he fell unconscious in his own home."
Alaric's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Arthur hesitated for a moment before continuing, h
