Draven leaned back in his chair. The lean was subtle, the posture of a man who had just connected two dots that nobody else in the room had.
"That dagger was mine."
The sentence landed on the table like a coin dropping in a cathedral.
Griffin's mouth opened. Ryker's hand was already moving. The preemptive shut-up reflex had become muscle memory at this point.
"It's the dagger Maria and I used for a blood oath. Maria was holding it for me. When I walked up to them in the corridor the other night, I hadn't realized that was what it was. Guinevere wasn't threatening Maria or anyone else with it. She was trying to understand why her father's wife was upset and holding a bloody dagger and she took it from her."
Reed: Father's wife. The one that was also dead.
Damon: Also dead. Yes.
Reed: You know what this sounds like?
Damon: Yes.
Reed: His Beta was fucking his wife and he told everyone they died.
Damon: Correct answer.
