Chapter 500 Losing A Friend

Clayton pursed his lips and said, "The result might take a while, Mr. Sullivan. I think the best would be to rest and wait for it," he reasoned with the family and then added, "But if you are comfortable staying in here, let me arrange it," he nodded before leading the three family members away from the building and towards the other building.

Eve's eyes watched Noah's family members, wondering how much pain they were in over the loss. Probably worse than hers.

Vincent slipped his hand into Eve's hand and said, "Let us go now." He tugged her hand as he started to walk.

Eve followed him, finally reaching the front of the building guarded by two bulky men who were undoubtedly werewolves. Seeing Vincent appear along with her, one of the guards stopped him by saying,

"Good evening, Mr. Moriarty. Non-council members, especially ones that don't belong to be working on the cases are not allowed in here."

Vincent chuckled and replied, "Who said I am not working on the case? I had to reopen the case that is about Lady Camille. The woman whose body was found on the Council ground. Remember the Hooke's involved in it? I need to take a look there." He could tell that the guards had been placed because of Noah's murder, because usually, the passage wasn't that hard to go in and out from.

The guard's eyes moved to look at the woman. As beautiful as she was, they had orders not to let anyone through, and he said to Vincent, "You can enter, Sire. But the woman will have to stay behind."

"Whom are you calling 'woman', a little more respect here to the lady. She's my wife, you must have heard how I was married recently?" Vincent's eyes sparkled and his words were smooth without a stutter of doubt. Yet, the guards were not convinced enough to let the woman through.

"Forgive me, Mr. Moriarty, but we were given strict instructions to not let--" the other guard started, and Vincent interrupted the werewolf,

"You don't propose that I leave my lady unattended out here, do you? Also she is an excellent blood source and I keep getting hungry every now and then." Eve jabbed his side, and Vincent laughed, "There's no need to be shy darling. They understand vampire and human relationships."

When the guards looked at each other, Vincent cracked his knuckles and Eve stepped forward before speaking to the guards,

"I am very attached to my husband, and would appreciate it if you let us through. I promise not to do anything in there I am not supposed to," her voice was an octave lower than usual, with a seductive huskiness to her words. Her eyes didn't glow gold, but there were specks of gold in her blue eyes. She persuaded the men, "We won't take long... please..." Suddenly, her eyes turned to brilliant gold, which made the guards look suddenly lost.

"Gentlemen," Vincent whistled, and saw the guards step back with a dazed expression, staring ahead without blinking or saying a word.

"My my, look what you've done..." Vincent murmured, conflicted if he was supposed to feel jealous or impressed.

Vincent stepped through the entrance with Eve, making their way to where she met one of the familiar physicians from the Council when she was brought from the Ravens' dungeon in the past.

"Mr. Moriarty, are you here to crack the case?" Ms. Clarks asked Vincent, and she offered a slight bow on seeing Eve.

"I am. Anything you have noted so far? Where is he now?" Vincent asked the woman.

"Let me take you there," Ms. Clarks offered, knowing if there was anyone who could solve the case quickly, it was Vincent Moriarty. Like many other council members and commoners, Noah Sullivan was someone everyone liked and didn't expect to hear such news today. She said softly as she led them, "We have detected poison from the Duke. It is green in colour and though it isn't seen now, it was there before. It is called the nightingale."

"Isn't that the potion used by witches," Vincent stated, and Ms. Clarks nodded.

"It is, Sire. The blame would go on the witches, because his body was recovered from the forest near Theserk Hills," Ms. Clarks replied. The potion was such that it didn't show when it was night, as if it wasn't there, but it showed itself during the day.

They passed through the glass doors before Eve finally saw Noah, but not the way she wanted to see him. She wished her eyes deceived her, hoping he was still alive. But the truth lay on the mortuary table, with two male physicians standing next to him.

Vincent dismissed the two physicians by saying, "Take a ten minute break. I have something to verify. Now." His words were serious and didn't leave a place for an argument. The two men walked to the other side of the room to study the sample of blood.

Eve's expression froze as she walked closer to where Noah lay--sleeping peacefully. Her lips trembled. Watching him like that, she felt a piece of her soul torn away. An emptiness being created in the heart that was left by the departed.

With the soul that had left behind the empty shell of a body, the complexion of Noah's skin had turned pale, and Eve felt her eyes prickle with her heart beating faster. It felt like it was only yesterday that they had bumped into each other in Meadow. Even though the man rested now, she remembered him smiling down at her kindly and warmly.

"Clarks," Vincent called the Council's physician and ordered, "Get the sample prepared, I want to at it."

"Yes, Sire," Clarks left the couple next to the table and walked to the other side of the room where the two male physicians were.

Unable to hold back the loss and pain, two tears slipped down from Eve's eyes and rolled down her cheeks.