My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Hidden History
It was a moonless night in Faewall.

Ezra sat in the silence of his office, deep in thought. The lights of the office were turned off and only the desk lamp illuminated his face.

His mind kept going back to the meeting with James Harlow.

He couldn’t help but ask why?

Why had James given him the investigation in the first place?

He frowned. To keep other peacekeepers from poking their nose into it.

Does that mean he knew about Connelly?

That shouldn’t be possible.

Ezra couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being manipulated, his investigation cut off just as he was getting close to something significant.

That was when the door creaked open and Ezra looked up to see Olivia stepping inside. She moved quickly and quietly, her expression calm but determined.

“I found Abraham.” She said, handing him her datapad. “He’s in Littleville now. He’s a Count there.”

Ezra frowned as he collected the pad, sitting up straighter in his chair. “Littleville?” That was where Hyde’s Moore family was.

That couldn’t be a coincidence. Or was it?

“Yes, Littleville.” Olivia nodded.

Ezra frowned as he thought about it.

Hyde, the Moore family and Abraham. Everything was now connected. A rope too tangled to ignore.

It felt like he was finding all the pieces of the puzzle but was still lacking the big picture to put it all together.

Whatever was happening in Faewall, Abraham had to know something about it and if anyone could shed light on the Veilbreakers and the scrubbed records, it was him.

Ezra stood, already reaching for his coat. “Thanks, Olivia.”

He currently couldn’t afford to waste any more time. If Abraham was involved, he needed to hear what he had to say.

“Be careful.” Olivia gave him a quick nod.

“I will.” Ezra promised as he left the office.

He walked through the halls to the garage, got into his car and drove off.

His destination?

The tallest tower in the city.

He got there and made his way to the top, looking down at the city streets below.

What was the point of coming up here if he couldn’t enjoy the view?

Without hesitation, Ezra gathered his vitality, teleporting away from Faewall.

He felt the now familiar sensation of a significant drain on his vitality washing over him as he appeared in a narrow alley, the smell of the city’s underground mixed with the fresh night air.

A street cat let out a startled yowl, dashing away into the shadows at the sudden appearance of the peacekeeper captain.

Ezra stood for a moment, getting used to his new stores of vitality.

The drain was becoming more noticeable each time he teleported, a weakness that settled deep in his bones.

He had noticed the now familiar vitality fatigue. Whatever was affecting his soul bond was now affecting his vitality.

He was slowly running out of time.

He pushed the thought aside and began walking toward Abraham’s domain.

The former peacekeeper captain now lived in the basement of a large, bustling mall.

Ezra was confused at his choice for a home but to each his own.

He walked down to the basement of the mall, using his vampire senses to find the entrance to Abraham’s home.

As he approached the entrance, there were two vampire guards who stopped him, their eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“What business do you have here?” One of the guards asked, her voice low and commanding. It might’ve worked if she wasn’t a petite slip of a woman.

But Ezra didn’t relax though. He knew how much looks can be deceiving.

“I’m here to see Abraham.” He said calmly. “Tell him it’s his successor, Ezra Matten. He’ll definitely want to see me.”

The guards exchanged a glance, and one of them disappeared through a side door, presumably to deliver the message.

Ezra stood there, one eye on the remaining guard even as his mind kept working.

Was he walking into the lion’s den? What if Abraham was on the same side as the masked killer?

Ezra discarded the thought. Abraham was too… law abiding for that.

But if Abraham had been involved in scrubbing the records of the Veilbreakers, why had he done it? And what did it have to do with Hyde’s death?

A few moments later, the guard returned. “Abraham will see you now.”

Ezra followed the guard down a narrow hallway, the air growing cooler as they descended deeper into the basement.

They eventually reached a large, well lit room, furnished comfortably with soft chairs and warm lighting.

It was as if whoever designed it was trying to promote a family friendly image.

It was an abrupt change from the cold, utilitarian hallways outside, and it immediately put Ezra on edge.

Abraham, a vampire of average height but with a presence usually associated with authority, stood in the center of the room, waiting.

His red eyes settled on Ezra as he entered, and a small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Captain Matten.” Abraham said warmly, extending a hand for a handshake. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Ezra blinked in surprise as he shook the older vampire’s hand. “Expecting me?”

Abraham chuckled softly, his grip firm. “Of course. With all that’s been happening in Faewall, I knew it was only a matter of time before you came knocking on my door. After all, you’ve been digging into the past, haven’t you?”

Ezra nodded slowly. “I’m here about the scrubbed records.”

Abraham’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling. “Yes, I thought as much.”

Ezra was silent for a moment, waiting for Abraham to continue. When the older vampire remained quiet, Ezra finally asked.

“Did you scrub the records on the Veilbreakers? What was in it that needed to be scrubbed?”

Abraham let out a slow sigh, his expression turning somber.

“The scrubbed records, Captain, were not my doing. They were erased before I ever became captain of the peacekeepers.”

Ezra blinked, taken aback. “Then who scrubbed them?”

Abraham’s eyes met his, using his eyes to show Ezra that what he was saying was the truth.

“James Harlow, the City Lord.” Abraham said quietly. “He’s the one who had them erased. He didn’t want any trace of the Veilbreakers left behind.”

Ezra’s heart sank. James. Of course, it had to be James.

Faewall was his city and the man had his hands in everything, controlling the flow of information, pulling strings behind the scenes.

The more Ezra learned, the more it became clear that James was involved in every layer of this conspiracy.

This was irrefutable proof that James really was covering something up.

Abraham took a step closer, his voice lowering. “I’ve heard about Hyde’s death, and I think I might have something that could help you.”

Ezra’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Hyde was a member of a coven after the Death Wave. A strong one. But here’s the thing. He wasn’t the coven leader. There was someone else, someone more powerful who led them.”

Ezra leaned in, unable to hide his curiosity. “Who?”

Abraham shook his head, chuckling. “That’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself. But I’d start by looking into Hyde’s old connections. His old coven… it was far more important than you might think.”

Ezra’s mind worked on the implications of Abraham’s words.

A coven, hidden history, and now James’s direct involvement in the cover-up.

He had expected answers from Abraham, but what he had received was far more than he had bargained for.

“Thank you.” Ezra said.

Abraham gave him a nod. “Be careful, Captain. There are consequences if you uncover the dark things long buried.”