A faint smile tugged at the corner of Maverick's lips, though he still said nothing.
Gordon's eyes suddenly widened in awe, as if the memory hit him afresh. "And I still can't believe my eyes when His Highness flying that dagger like it was a bolt of magic! Is it common for royalty to wield such power?"
Maverick's smile faltered. His brow furrowed as his mind wandered back to that moment.
Julius's actions that day—threatening Cavendish with the raw force of his lineage—resurfaced with startling clarity. But what puzzled Maverick was the nature of the power he had witnessed.
Julius's abilities had always been clear: turning objects into silver and his monstrous combat strength. But controlling silver? That was something entirely new.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, a memory struck Maverick. He widened his eyes as he recalled a vampire who had wielded such an ability—the one they had killed at Durham Mansion. Vermin.
