Book Eight: Chapter 183

She shrugged. “Back when we first met him, he still traveled quite a bit. From what little I’ve overheard, he’s afraid of someone.”

“Who?”

Charlotte shook her head. “No idea. If the person has a name, he’s afraid to say it, almost like it’s his own personal boogeyman. It was this woman he’s known for many years. She was fascinated by him, they had a mutual relationship of some kind. He would bring her offerings, usually alive, things that mortal men couldn’t catch. She would reward him with rare artifacts that she found on her travels.”

“That’s hardly ominous.” Mike scrunched up his forehead, deep in thought. “He was catching cryptids for her?”

She nodded. “Magic of any kind. She had an obsession.”

“So why the falling out?” asked Suly.

“That’s where I’m a bit confused. There was this man associated with the woman. Her son, a bodyguard, I don’t really know. Her hired muscle.” Charlotte leaned back in her seat and let out a sigh. “One day, the other