Damien swallowed, forcing the next words out. "Morvakar's son would have the same magical signature as him."
"But…But Morvakar's son is dead."
"What if he isn't?" he asked.
"Morvakar said Lucivar killed him," she argued softly.
"If Morvakar trained his son in the art of sorcery, I'm sure he knows a way to cheat death." A sorcerer trained by Morvakar could indeed unravel the rules of mortality itself.
"And Morvakar isn't here for us to ask him," Luna whispered, her heart tightening. Gods, she missed him.
"That's not really what bothers me. Isolde said a man walked up to her and gave her this." He raised the necklace and let it dangle between them. "Morvakar redirected the magic before he went into purgatory. He made sure it would find the sorcerer who created it."
