For Joshua, everything had come to a halt. All his life's achievements, his career, his ambitions – everything was destroyed. And he still couldn't decipher as to where the building was. Where the hell did it go overnight? He took his phone out to call Jenny, but her phone was switched off.

"Doug, you need to go to your Company and find Jenny!" he said with anxiety on his face. "She might be in trouble."

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Doug shook his head in frustration. He was thinking of putting some pressure on Dawn, and now the situation was that the girl without even using any political connections or using her influence in the society, managed to thwart the entire game of Joshua, a prominent environmentalist, so easily that he was speechless. Joshua couldn't even speak anything in his defense after he was exposed. And where did the building go? It was like magic. Nothing made sense. Nothing. He looked towards the road where the cars disappeared and realized that by the time he would reach the city, it would perhaps be midnight. Irritated as hell, Doug started to walk. He called his wife to give her his exact location.

"Where are you going?" Joshua shouted. He got up and rushed to him before the man got out of his view.

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In the evening when Daryn came to pick his wife from the office, he saw that she was once again surrounded by her employees and was in a meeting. But as soon as they saw him in her office, they knew it was time to wind up.

Dawn smiled at Daryn and he went to sit right next to her. He kissed her on her cheek and waited for them to finish. It took them exactly ten minutes to wind up.

"Wife, it is 7PM and I see that you aren't taking good care of your health," he chided her. "You should have stopped by the office by 6PM!"

Dawn tossed the file in her lap on the table and crossed her arms across her chest. "I am sorry but this can't happen."

"Is that so?" Daryn frowned.

"Yes!" she replied with a determined voice. "There is a lot of work to do!"

All of a sudden Daryn got up and picked her up in his arms. "I will walk out of this building with you in my arms, and this will be your punishment!"

Dawn squeaked. "Daryn, put me down!"

The woman dared to defy him. He wouldn't put her down. Despite her protests, she was carried all the way through the elevator, corridor and the front lobby, in presence of her employees, to the parking area where the car was waiting for them. All Dawn could do was clench her teeth till they reached the car.

"Don't do that next time," she hissed.

"You can't stop me! I will do that again."

She shook her head. Her alpha was so dominant.

She narrated the day's happenings in the car and thanked him for his help. "That was impressive Daryn. How did you manage to remove every trace of the building overnight?"

They had reached home by then.

"I used my sorcery…" he said, but not with pride.

Dawn walked to the dining hall, picked up a brownie and then held his hand to go up to the bedroom. "Hey! That is awesome!"

Daryn pursed his lips and walked with her in silence. When they reached the bedroom, she kicked her sandals out, stripped her dress and slid under the blanket. She snuggled in it as a smile spread on her face. It was so comforting. "Baby, once the Company gets on running, I will quit it."

Daryn also stripped off and went to take a bath. When he came out, he found her checking her phone. He wore his pajamas and then slid beside her. Taking the phone out of her hands, he said, "This is getting too much Dawn. You will not see any mails or messages now!"

"Ah!" she protested as she reached for her phone but he had tossed it on the couch in front. She gave him an exasperated look and then hid beneath the blanket.

"Canton will be here in two days," said Daryn.

Dawn jerked her head back. "That's very nice!" she replied. "That means that your training would start."

"Yes…"

"Why are you so unhappy?" she asked, looking at his gloomy expressions.

"It reminds me that I am Sedora's child." He crossed his hands behind his head and rested on the propped up pillows.

She leaned on his chest and lazily started circling his skin there. "Baby, you should focus on how to hone your magic. It will help us find your father. And who knows it will help us find your mother too?"

"Hmm…" He replied pensively. "I was wondering if instead of practicing here, could I go to Ensmoire?"

Dawn looked up at him. "You can surely go, but I would need to ask Quetz."

"Yes, ask him and let me know. I don't want my people in the Silver Clan to get weird ideas about me. As such they have accepted me even after knowing that I am a half sorcerer."

"The fact that you are a half sorcerer only makes you all the more powerful. They have accepted you because they know what it would be if you unleash your magic."

Daryn closed his eyes as he sighed.

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The King of Zor'gans, Kar'den, looked at the sorceress with narrowed eyes. His yellow eyes were flickering black when he heard her strange demand. The woman was extremely powerful and dark. In chambers almost five stories below the main rooms of his palace, Sedora stood in front of a corpse of a winged demon whose eyes she had cut out and dropped them in a pewter basin. Blood gushed out of his severed blood arteries and pooled in the sockets. She dipped a nib in the pool of blood and wrote bizarre symbols on his heart.

"So you are saying that you want more such dead winged demons?" asked Kar'den.

She nodded as she chanted spells, which only made cuts on her own tongue as she voiced them. She spat the blood out and when she finished with her chants, she looked up at Kar'den. "Not only demons, I need corpses of all those who have freshly died in the Lore."

"What for?" he asked. The woman was madder than what he had heard. Her skin was still wrinkly. She was leeching off the powers of his subjects initially to resume her original youthful skin. For this reason, Kar'den had become very worried. He had to threaten her that he would throw her out of his kingdom if she didn't stop with this dark act. Ever since her demeanor had become colder.

Suddenly the dead body started to move. Its limbs flailed. Sedora squealed with joy. "Do you see that?" she asked like a child.

Kar'den, the king of Zor'gans, froze. His grey skin turned pale and his leg muscles tightened. His heart tumbled to his stomach. In a low voice he asked, "What are you doing?" He had never seen a dead man rising like this in his thousand years of existence. He had seen vampires who were entirely different, but this—this was voodoo, black magic. "This is against the laws of Lore."