A frustrated click of his tongue echoed in the quiet cabin of the car. "He can switch bodies. He could be standing right in front of me and I'd have no idea. Tsk..."
Oliver gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, swallowing hard against the sudden chill in the air.
"Pardon me for asking, Sir, but it seems this devil has a strange motive for making someone else do his dirty work. I don't understand—he's powerful enough to have killed you himself. Why seek out another Omega to do it?"
"It's because of the prophecy, Oliver."
Ryley answered without hesitation. His voice remained calm, but his eyes sharpened as they lifted toward the rearview mirror.
"When he kidnapped me, that devil tried to trick me into believing the empire had to be ruled by an heir born from an Omega."
His gaze lingered on Oliver's reflection as he continued. "Only then would he and his dethroned son be set free from the oath binding them—an oath that prevents them from dying before witnessing that day."
